ANOTHER CHANCE

Puddles drip out and dry

into a better day.

 

Dragon flies circle with a thousand

Searching eyes into a curving blue sky.

 

Swift currents of morning words stream

Past, holding the shadows of another day.

 

Pointing fingers, the spiders of pain and arrows loosed,

fall hard on the faces of war.

 

The sun, wrapped gold and tight,

promises by tomorrow another chance.

 

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