Tuesday, December 31, 2019

1208 - Idle Thoughts II

Dead to the World

The ambulance came.
People.  Noise.  Anxiety.
Someone slept through it.

Year's End.

The year has ended—
The arbitrary passing of time,
Marked by a rocket.
© 2019 J Cosmo Newbery
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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for both.
    No rockets here this year though, and barely a whimper.


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