Something
will happen today. When, where or how
Is
not for us to say. Etna may rumble far below its
Base;
clouds may unite into a storming rage. A poet
Writes
her stanza and turns the page. Something,
Somewhere,
somehow, beyond the realm of under-
Standing
is bound to take place—Perhaps a child-smile
Which
floods the parent’s soul with grace. All of us can
Be
filled with hope for some glorious happening today.
Chris
Hanch 2-6-17
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