there are those mornings when listening to the rain is the day’s best plan
the cut in the sky speeds toward its destination ignores its journey
what is left over is usually what was easily forgot
we need to listen because what we say might not be what’s understood
it might be common but if we never notice it’s unexpected
when the surface cracks our history is revealed for better or worse
we often hold on to beliefs that are really just superstitions
these days we rarely get to make the choice: which fork in the road to take
when two things align they mark a spot, but only temporarily
there’s alway something that has become your landmark and welcomes you home
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