sweep them under
the unwinding rug
heave those into that
far side cabinet
to coat themselves
in dust
tightly packed
in last year’s regrets
they’ll go into hiding
burning through the
closed door
“look at me,” they’ll
say
“We’re still here.”
Nicole Marie
The new year hasn’t dulled your ability!
Thank you, Guapowitz
Wow ! Loved it!
Thank you!