By Dewayne Allday
Hickories
and hollows
And bygones
of tomorrows -
Sifting
myself
from the
past.
Yesterday begets
today
And today next
week -
Intertwined
and immortalized
as prophetic
speak.
Hyssops and
hiccups
And
struggles and missteps –
Separating the wheat
From the
chaff.
A sunrise, a
sunset
A new day,
the same path –
Forewarned
and well worn
Of the danger
I hath.
Roses and
poses
A broken
compass unsure –
A tree’s moss
on the north;
A man’s faith
- a cure.
