Friday, February 19, 2021

Cocooning Under Covers


cocooning under  

covers 'til fondest verses  

rise to the surface  


iPhone rests on heart 

hands tired of holding it  

blue light extinguished 


faintest window light 

slowly brightens with sunrise 

sunglasses at noon  

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