Poem: disentangling.
From where
I'm sitting
I can see the other end
of a long hallway. There's
scarcely any light, no windows
along the longer ends. I wonder too much
about why that is
before I can think
to move.
From where
I'm sitting
I can see the other end
of a long hallway. There's
scarcely any light, no windows
along the longer ends. I wonder too much
about why that is
before I can think
to move.