Tomorrow

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Softly, you said
amid all the noise and drama,
the clever play on words - 

     your whisper
            sotto voce

to the dance of river stones,
the language of gentle rain.

Two doves 
echo from the tree tops
like an answer, like your name 
written in the birdsong,
in water or in wing.

Each time I hear you
I see tomorrow in your gaze.