Sunday, January 21, 2024

A Seventh Solitary Confinement

A change of scenery in the morning

resulted in a new perspective

A humming vent is still

persistent as the echo is amplified



Beauty is a rare occurrence in


such a place. A late evening voice,


turned a sullen face into a beam


such brief moments come


and go in the wind.



Momentary distractions fade


and the regularly scheduled charade


ensue, freedom is literally


at my fingertips and even the 


distant banter will eventually 


run its course.


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A Seventh Solitary Confinement