Survivors

Survivors

Monday, February 24, 2014

Tomorrow


© Steve King
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I know tomorrow
will come round to me.

Always.

Rising in the wake
of that last receding dream;
puddled in the spreading tide of sunrise.

Tomorrow,
all the same.

Each awakened word a fair reminder,
fanfare of echoes
full of new meanings
and the same old tricks to betray.

All tomorrow,
everything you say.

Tomorrow always
feels like yesterday.