Cassandra talks in her sleep
       

But if you're waiting for me
to Say things the way I used to
say things, don't bother.

There's no demand
for plangent images
from a soothsayer you won't hear

and not everything a seer says
is prophecy. As much as half
might be a plea for different weather

or a rumination on petulance
in the marketplace
and the price of peace.

Even so, sharpened pencils roll around
on the table, waiting; brushes
stand ready in the jar.

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Copyright © 2018 Annie Stenzel All rights reserved
from The First Home Air After Absence
Big Table Publishing
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission