30 days of poems – 2020 {1}

grief

that instant
each morning

just as you
open

didn’t really
sleep well
eyes

that instant
each morning

before
you remember

.

that is the
moment

i cling to

.

. . . . .

.

here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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