Poems by Judy DeCroce

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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