Thursday, January 20, 2022

Minutes. Moments.


time ticks on with  
longer winter days  
snow melts  


counting the minutes  
til soft soothing sleep comes  
in my dreams  


shelves empty again  
of double-ply toilet paper  
hold it  


precious moment  
enthralled with prized poems  
solitary student 

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