The Same Glass
sunrise.
shielded eyes.
new rays.
groundhogβs day.
light at the end of the tunnel
is just another train.
now falls the rain.
go away.
and drink from this
treacherous,
tempesting
glass,
half
empty.
sunrise.
brightened eyes.
new rays.
seize the day.
when there is a loving will,
there is always a way.
now falls the rain.
letβs pray.
and drink from this
wonderous,
beautiful
glass,
half
full.



This feels different from you, bestie. I love this.
Love it, Veronica!