IOTA
By Matt Decker
Hurried crowds
in a fray
Those dreary clouds
of gray --
Shining rays
that
light the day
Winding paths
that
lead the way --
Blooming blossoms
of May
Looming gloom
of doomsday --
A terrific
or
terrible day
That for which
you've prayed
Divine denials
and delays
Something
Someday
Someway --
Yeas and nays
that people say
The same games
that people play --
Fortress raised
Fortune made
Cache of swag
Sway and cachet --
The graceful glaze
of potter's clay
Skyscraping monuments
shaped --
How tall and big is
all this anyway?
Iota.
(Remember I told ya.)
It's Only Temporary Anyway.
©️ Matt Decker
Author Notes: io•ta \ n. 1: the 9th letter of the Greek alphabet 2: a very small quantity
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