Growing rows of amber waved in the hot wind
Reaching for one of the sheathes, she pulled the kernels free
And rubbed them against each other in her hands, freeing the seeds from their husks
It released a wonderful smell of summer turning toward fall
Nodding she walked back to the farmhouse. Tomorrow they would harvest.
Hello there. I am glad you came today to look at my little poem
I hope you will come by tomorrow for a longer, more in-depth one
Leaving for the last minute is totally my style
And I usually can make it work
Then there is the time you know it is due tomorrow
Except it was due last week. Oops!
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Slurping a liquid hug
On a cold gray dreary day
Uplifts her spirits, and she sighed contentedly
Perhaps she would be lucky and tomorrow be gloomy again
The mark denoted a change in status.
It meant that one more thing was off the list.
Culling one more bit of weight from his soul.
Knowing that tomorrow the boss would just add five more.
The mess isn’t going to pick itself up, but
I really don’t care about it tonight
Deeming it a task for tomorrow
Yet I feel like tomorrow will be a callback to tonight
Time to go to bed.
It’s been a long and trying day.
Ready for the sun to rise, marking a new beginning,
Except I still need to get these three things done.
Do I have to do them tonight or can it wait till tomorrow?
Bringing all she had to the table
Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough
Doomed to fail, and fail horribly
Didn’t miss the mark by much
And everything went catastrophically wrong
Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great
Every new beginning has that night before
Veiled in ambiguousness and anonymity
Experience that tonight, and may your tomorrow be ever changed
Abdi Mohammed
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