Zero Days
When I have zero days -
a chill fills the hearth, earth-pillow’s under my moan;
hushed hallways.
Of zero hours -
can’t hear them pray, the silent tone
devours.
The tick -
seconds to own…
sick.
My soul follows the blaze.
Unlatch the pearly gate - milestone
click.
4/8/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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