My husband
can’t understand
why I check
the weather forecast
every night
when they
are so rarely
right.
But it’s not
whether it will snow
or rain
tomorrow.
I’m soothed
by the promise
that there will
be a tomorrow
at all.
My husband
can’t understand
why I check
the weather forecast
every night
when they
are so rarely
right.
But it’s not
whether it will snow
or rain
tomorrow.
I’m soothed
by the promise
that there will
be a tomorrow
at all.
Get a batch of my latest poems delivered to your inbox once a week.