NaPoWriMo – Day Eleven

the days were long when
we, as children, played in the street till
only a hint of red lingered on the vanishing horizon

the days grew even shorter when
we, still together, played domestic house till
only a hint of sanity festered on the vanishing periphery

of our lives …

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

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