Friday, December 11, 2020

Roz Witt

Climbing

The tree beckons

A first foothold

Scramble to a forked branch

Stretch, reach a perch

To look down 

At myself

Remembering back. 



Unfair

I want the year back

It was lost in a sea of masks

I want a rerun

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