If It’s You

Flung on the grass
all those droplets of dew
wave their tickets
in the air, each one
alert to the next
wonderful thing.
And why not? Sun
hands out sparkling
evidence of more
yet to come.

But what if the future’s
not heaven-sent?
Lay your head
down, listen, the dew
is screaming damply.
A rising sun
isn’t all promise.
Also heat,
and drying air. Quickly
disappearing dew.

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