Saturday, December 3, 2022

One Minute


Walking through the white painted door, 

splintered with time rot, 

feet thumping across porch wood,

to false smile at you.   

I want to say the words swirling in 

the ending, after sounds. Some 

honesty, a feeling is interrupted, 

passes into solitary thought, again. 


 




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