Promise

Water will be your solace now,
     not tears, not rain,
Not cresting wave, but rather how
     it can explain

The motion that makes each of us
     resemble dew,
That falls, and disappears, and trusts
     that on a new

And sun-filled morning, nothing will
     have changed – each trace,
Each droplet shining with a still,
     prismatic grace.

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