I see evidence of rain in the forecast
with the offset of watery destruction
by witnessing spectacular foliage
in the Smokies not to way away;
there are no rites of passage left for me
except death and rebirth as the story goes
and while that is a beautiful thought,
many do not as of yet, see it that way,
but I do... or, at least I want to...
through my windows to the world,
I see visions of dimensions yet to be
realized by modern man in my lifetime,
with houses full of vacant rooms on all
floor and never fully occupied as far as
I can tell without having ever gone there.
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