Saturday, January 24, 2026

Pretty Soon

 

Over your shoulder turn

to study the past, a story

woven of shadows. Back

there walk the ghosts of

good intention. Now raise

your head to the far future,

a blur of hope and fear.

Out there walk monsters

of imagination. But here,

before you, you can love

this tiny arena of pretty soon

where with hands and heart

we may practice kinship.

--Kim Stafford





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