How These Words Happened

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How These Words Happened

Yes
Ask Me
My Name Is William Tell
For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid
How These Words Happened
Poetry

It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could you know. That’s why we wake
and look out–no guarantees
in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.

AuthorWilliam Stafford
2018-08-21T17:23:22+00:00 January 1st, 2005|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 40|0 Comments