
The sweet morrow
A tulip bloomed
hurling chaotic light
across restive clouds
in an unsettled sky.
Rain showers,
pools,
and sloshes.
Pendulous plums
will wax and ripen,
mellow in the sun.
The sage sees past, present, and future connected in odd and fantastical ways, while the king of Shinar sees only deals in truck. As spring buds swell, a torrent of the awoken shall clear yesterday’s filth and make way for the sweet morrow.