The stillness of hope
teeters on time
ahead
in between
and behind
Prudence perches
on precision
and prepares
for a storm
before a single
cloud passes
Hope sees
rain as food
for flowers
Its fill for her
barrels
whose water
will wash
the dust
from her clock
Until courage
comes to make
all their dreams
come true.
~RLG©2017
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