Sonnet, To Every Day is Another

To every day is another bright new gone,
Futures dancing staring away into space;
Like the flowers flaws of the grass once done,
Full of galaxies in the air and grace.
Mist-gulfs melting windshields rooted sponges,
All the miles through the toweled smell of dark;
To the milky way and worlds of other plunges,
Like fossil starry road and finger mark.
Who will catch their rounded marrow wheels,
With not enough of clear to make them well-known;
For all of tomorrow's what sky conceals,
Into the futures that will thrive on their own.
Life must walk in oddments downpour years ago,
Reflect in the mirror we'll come to know.