Written by Ken Carman
What is real
You asked
Is it tomorrow?
Is it today?
And
By the way
What about
All the yesterdays
That insist on their say
Knocking on our doors
With persistent questions
Though their page
Was turned
Long ago
So
Little bunny
Find Comfort
In your clumsy cloth ears
Your sawdust fears
For what is inside you
Soon we shall all be
As a million velveteen rabbits
Drown in the seas
Of tomorrow
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Copyright 1992
Ken Carman
all rights reserved
Looking upon Tomorrow