Wrong Time

Righteous words.

flock of cats with timber house painted blue in background

Perhaps it seemed like the right time
to make a kind of point. Result being,
a door almost opened suddenly shuts.
Cold again.

Hard landing on empty threshold,
no more than a common symptom
of misplaced hope. Don’t mention it.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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