Poetry: ‘I avoid presage’

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I avoid presage

focusing on 




it’s inaccurate, my presumption.


I mistake

a couple of rays,

for a cloudless day

an ignored text,

for a busy day

a cloud of doubt, 

for a lack of plans

an empty hug,

for your lack of love

forgetting to say goodbye, 

the thunderstorm in your eyes.


I assume I’ll never have the right outlook. 

Yet I know after I’m soaking wet and cold,

I’ll find a way to heat up and be bright, 

until enough rainy days wash me away.

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