October 22, 2026
BY Jenni Astramowicz1
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Short days nest in tight darkness,
lit by holiday bulbs
and wet pavement reflections.
Elves rush past
in bright, frantic wool
bound for the next obligation.
I am lost in the crowd,
scarfed in silence.
Discarded intentions
clutter the floor
misfit toys waiting to be tripped over.
I step aside
to give them room
Let them play
hoping they become
the company I crave.
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 22 of 31
