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 The Joy of Poetry from TS Poetry Press. Contributing writer to the WACOAN magazine and the Fredericksburg Standard-Radio Post. Editor at Tweetspeak Poetry.