I droop through the lethargy of the afternoon Zoom and stare out the window. The heat rises above the treeline, dancing like fireflies at sunset. I find myself wondering: would they notice if I shut my video and muted my mic, leaving Zoom open as…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I droop through the lethargy of the afternoon Zoom and stare out the window. The heat rises above the treeline, dancing like fireflies at sunset. I find myself wondering: would they notice if I shut my video and muted my mic, leaving Zoom open as…