a cloud smiling
through the barren maples
grass rolling in its first real color
and what looks like
a busting out of life all around
maybe is just a beginning
to something new
but
your eyes remain closed
because
they have fooled you before reaching out in the blind
to grab sun before it sets
has made you a skeptic
shaking off every last illusion
this promised land
needs no owners or kings
---
e b bortz
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