by Ron Sokol | Nov 6, 2019 | Poems
I thought if I spend time looking toward the horizon that when done I will return with much greater understanding and resolve I thought if I went out of my way to help others that I would increase my likelihood of sunlight But it is still dark I have no sense of...
by Ron Sokol | Nov 1, 2019 | Poems
So lovely a sink scale rolling chairs a bed with paper cover Oh and trash receptacles! The joy of waiting An enclosed room not a window but boxes of latex gloves that snap to like eager soldiers And the drawers with all those needles Such a clean floor can almost see...
