One in June
Solitary like a dune.
Scheduled like a jab.
In the raucous throes of now’s pandemic.
A little time away
A few moments: to count a day.
My writing hand gnarly,
Creaks this to life…
Looking up and within
One in June
Solitary like a dune.
Scheduled like a jab.
In the raucous throes of now’s pandemic.
A little time away
A few moments: to count a day.
My writing hand gnarly,
Creaks this to life…