A Tomorrow Comes
(for Karen 9/18/2021)
Across the Mississippi
Just above the trees
The moon seems muted
By wisps of gray.
Does it know?
Can it know
That one who
Loved fully
Forgave completely
Laughed loudly
Sobbed deeply
Has moved on?
Tonight we weep,
The moon and I.
Still a tomorrow comes.
A tomorrow comes.
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