Could the gaze
Into some crystal orb
Tell me, tell you
What our future is to be?
Or not, for that matter.
Poetry drips from my
Pen, onto the page,
Into my life
While I softly examine
such a juxtaposition
Remaining aloof.
Could you, Madame Kristen
Predict the future
For me?
Some parts I love
Others I loathe.
I wonder what is to be
Or not.

10/06/2006

Author's Note: For my good friend Kristen, who reads my poems with remarkable diligence and still puts up with me.

Posted on 10/06/2006
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