This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Mid-Morning Intermission The sparrows and robins have stopped singing. The love-sick pigeon has ceased moaning his plight to the world. The aroma of breakfast hangs heavy in the air. I pick up my smartphone, access the prayer app, and read the prayer for The Nineteen Day Feast. Once breakfast is consumed, I return to my shelter in place day. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |