Knuckle Ball

I hope there’ll be fog
And some small clearing
And though I cannot command it
It seems
The situation would demand it
Given all the blind searching
The hanging heavy in the air
The questions
The confusions
The rain always looming off-shore 
I want the Sun to wait in complete quiet 
Just that once
As it bounces inside with anticipation 
Over who is about to receive his newly perfected knuckle ball 

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