End of January But Really Doesn'T Feel Like a New Year
a sickle moon hangs in an ice blue sky
my breath hangs in steam clouds
quiet save for the faint clamour
of the freedom truckers convoy
on the not too distant highway
this too shall pass but I'm glad
we've abolished capital punishment
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2022
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