A One-line Poem For December 23, 2020
Boxed, festive wrapped
and tied with a bow,
Christmas is canceled!
No tree to makeNo box to bowNo smile to fake No to-and-fro.
Doyle Kennard Royston blinked and looked across the dining table. Disbelief colored his eyes. “It’s…
Snow falling, love in the air, ice in your touch, a glacier in your heart.
“Alright, fair enough… but how petty?”
“Unforgivably.”
“C’mon, you know that’s not specific enough.”