Isolation
In this hour,
a year, long stilled—
guarded by stony air
everyday locking you in
narrows unchanged,
unreleased time—
days of one,
nothing more,
according to its will.
For Later–For Later
Old friends—before and after
comings–partings
words leave
as if nothing has happened most of my life ago
calm, flowing, feeding and feeling with
some grace in the changes
a surprise in knowing that yes,
elsewhere is waiting
echoing the days far away
towards these I move and falter
bending much—yielding less.
Judy DeCroce is a poet/flash fiction writer and educator who has been a frequent contributor to many journals and anthologies.Judy is a professional storyteller and teacher of that genre. She lives and works in upstate New York.
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