Time’s Valleys

Tomorrow across the bridge
plentiful and praiseworthy
fields of wheat, cities fat.
Across the bridge and over
before you can get there.

My daughter judges men
of the present by the standards
she’s become used to forcing on
men of her past no longer
able to make a stand.

What we mean by ‘probably’
robs Peter to pay a Paul
who may be the favorite now
but has a long and rugged trek
ahead to become anything.

The man kept saying forgive me
at every ultimatum
issued from the clouds
blow by wordy winds
into the next valley.


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