Promise - a poem

This day is an open road

stretching out before you.

Roll down the windows.

Step into your life, as if it were a fast car.

Even in industrial parks,

trees are covered with white blossoms,

festive as brides, and the air is soft

as a well-washed shirt on your arms.

The grass has turned implausibly green.

Tomorrow, the world will begin again,

another fresh start. The blue sky stretches,

shakes out its tent of light. Even dandelions glitter

in the lawn, a handful of golden change.

(c) Copyright 2001. The Christian Science Monitor

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