Decidedly so

The hands roll on

Ticking away the night

Moon sits low

A golden bowl

That melts into the dawn

Windows down

Freezing air

Whipping past the miles

Until a world

Stands in between

Where she was

and now

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*I am quite aware that I am not a poet, by any stretch of the definition. I know very little of stanzas and rhyming patterns, but I set a writing exercise goal to craft a “poem a day” for a month. So 29 poems it is.