Startime

mundane chores
pinch cheeks
I move through days
forgotten hours
clocks foreign language
but mirror hands
tell stories

I put out a finger
touch stars in
deep night
thinking to find
answers
but silence echos
I feel nothing but cold

1 thought on “Startime”

  1. paschal

    I like the terse simplicity of the words here, Dee, particularly the last three lines of the first stanza. Keep that soul warm up there, sister.

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