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May 2020
As the world returns
     to 'go' again
and silent spaces
resume their noise

Questions query whether
     wise or foolish
     to so proceed
     to open house?
    
Foresight
     drips along,
     seamless cloudy
     be the forecast,
So quite unable
     to perceive
     beyond the morrow.

Only hindsight holds the insight
And
     always
     always
comes too late.
Written by
ajullion  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
148
     BLT, jaz and Cloudydaze
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