For day 24 of the PAD challenge. Prompt: a "spaces" poem.
between quilt and fitted sheet is
the best space
before the yolk of the sun
has broken from the shell
of the sky. dark, yes, quiet,
no--the radio hums thickly,
male, male, with a touch of
female to tell the traffic
....
lazy hand slaps it quiet, for
a space
until a cry, the final alarm,
brings soles to carpet and then
on and on through all the day,
tangled-thick, trying
1 comment:
Love this. Thanks for writing.
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