Thursday, it is...
So this week I wrote a poem. Had to write out my feelings, in such a shift we are having. **** The empty clang of metal echoes against a flagpole in a deserted playground it used to hold laughter Condensation on my window, like my tears watching the latest news Cotton ball of a cloud in the sky, defuses in an instant, like melting sugar in a pan another soul gone Unable to attend a game, I watch a one on one match of two squirrels in the weeds I got my money on the fat one Many a neighborhood is clapping at heroism, as our shores get Mercy and Comfort at last Selecting groceries online Do I really need to use my money to support an act of screams, so I try to refrain from my pleasure purchases As semi-trucks with freezers in New York, stand by to take away another human shell, I wonder and watch the garbage truck pass underneath my window again, to take away our filth I remain here, throwing away my numbed grief and I remain curious
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Prudence
5/15/2020 12:07:57 pm
Like your poem a lot
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