30 days of poems – 2020 {23}

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delivery

a walk to the mailbox
late at night

darkness makes me feel
my way along

and these stars
so bright and silent

i can always find
north
orion
cassiopeia
those dippers

a short walk
to
lost
and back
again

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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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