Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Fifty-Seven:

57

Morning becomes morning 

becomes morning.

The days roll 

into each other. Waiting 

for spring.

Did I go to the box 

for the mail? It begins 

to blur. This 

Covid thing. This 

ancillary time. This.

Get up. Take the dog out.

Repeat. Take the dog out.

Repeat. Day and day and 

day. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.


25February2021

Markle~

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