Poem: A Woman Named Tomorrow

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("Write about a woman named 'tomorrow'" prompt from The Writer's Retreat Kit by Judy Reeves)

At the edge of reality
not quite formed
not quite there
Tomorrow waits
for her time on the stage.
Yesterday has already
made her curtain call
and joined the ranks
of those who have had
their time in the sun.
Today commands the stage
captivates Her audience
hands out favors on a whim
makes her displeasure known
with no rhyme or reason.
Tomorrow recites Her lines
in her mind.
It has to be perfect.
Yet her performance hinges
on what Today does
and on what Today leaves behind.
She must improvise
on the results left to Her.
Some events are preordained
others are left to hilarious chance.
For now She watches
and She anticipates
Her time in the lights
and She knows full well
another ingenue
also named Tomorrow
will follow in Her
footsteps.

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