30 days of poems – 2020 {9}
.
forty-eights
masks
so far
miles of
fabric
and neat rows
of stitches
bent neck
sore back
pricked fingers
today
that counts
as poetry
.
. . . . .
.
.
forty-eights
masks
so far
miles of
fabric
and neat rows
of stitches
bent neck
sore back
pricked fingers
today
that counts
as poetry
.
. . . . .
.