The last picture I took on Sunday is being used for the last From Picture to Page poem of 2020. Literally a drive-by photo while running errands. That's what happens when you isolate yourself during the holiday and still force yourself to do your own prompt. At least I'm good until the new year...
Breeze
There's the
Blink and it
will pass.
How to miss
own ending
what could
be done
to leave
all behind.
Do what
they say.
Done only
when told.
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