December 30 at the indoor pool my Jehovah’s Witness
friend does not ask how Christmas went,
who came (or didn’t).
She is as unrushed as she was last week, before
the holiday. Today is Monday.
She wishes me Good morning!
and it is good.
December 30 at the indoor pool my Jehovah’s Witness
friend does not ask how Christmas went,
who came (or didn’t).
She is as unrushed as she was last week, before
the holiday. Today is Monday.
She wishes me Good morning!
and it is good.
Author of "Rainbow Crow" and "The Joy of Poetry," both from TS Poetry Press. Writer and editor here, there, and a bit of everywhere.