No Room for a Stone
  Beverly Cummings

Days of illuminated skies
but the dark days predominate

Dead crow on the front lawn—
real. So threatening

Like the weather forecast, I have stopped
trying to tell the future by the throw of coins

or the layout of cards. Feel freer
for the not knowing

Gradually comes the ability to live with myself
There is no room in my heart for a stone

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