Poems · Poemvember 2018 · poetry



Opaque prophecy,

Can’t see or be unseen.

Future fortunes first foretold,

Suppose the past as something old.

But, never!

Never mind a time defined in possibility.

Anything can be guessed upon with enough audacity in tow.

You might as well throw darts at blind bullseyes.

And say, “I told you so!”

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