Don’t be quick, don’t dash or start
or do one thing beyond the pause
of pristine silent gloom
Light outside’s been slowing down
in days of narrow corridors
that all lead to my room
—Solstice, December 21, 2019
Poetry | Short Fiction | Creative Nonfiction
Don’t be quick, don’t dash or start
or do one thing beyond the pause
of pristine silent gloom
Light outside’s been slowing down
in days of narrow corridors
that all lead to my room
—Solstice, December 21, 2019
