Grabbing Karma By The Reins

Part VIII: Within the Scope

All the newspapers printed that day

Read exactly the same way

Except for one

A paper reporting on the same day

Same look and feel

Headlines surreal

This paper lay in the Crow’s Nest

This paper lay on Jesher’s desk

Most importantly, though

This paper lay within the scope

And remained unchanged

As did the poem he wrote

Two of only a handful of things

That knew of what now never occurred

That had changed what now the future brings

Each a rippled reflection of headlines blurred