Bindi-Dot Day

One day’s up, another’s not. 
Unexpected outcomes 
like shadow, no shadow –
meaningless to most. 
Happenstance socks my body 
like a fierce summer storm. 
Departs without a goodbye. 

Having left stuck 
grievances from yesterday –
postage-stamp-sticky –
behind last night’s gray clouds –
backdrop for a moonless night, 
the sun, like a red-bindi dot 
on the forehead of the sky, 
welcomes me today. 

– Connie Beresin

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