late December
locked up tight
like a cloister door
a splinter of light
opens the sky
a crack before
the nurse with red hair
is there with your
meds saying
for God’s sake
close the door and
put on your clothes
I wake to doze while
beyond the walls
it’s Christmas

And what brought this to mind?
On Tue, May 12, 2020 at 6:35 PM Edge of Atlantic wrote:
> Bill Schulz posted: “late December locked up tight like a cloister > door a splinter of light opens the sky a crack before the nurse > with red hair is there with your meds saying for God’s sake > close the door and put on your clothes I wake to d” >
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Sometimes, I just want to get shit out there. No dark moments.
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