a blue
knob of clouds appear
above
the white.
some sun.
we bask as one does
in winter.
old birds
out on the stones.
it's the park
bench.
the long afternoons.
the end
of the beginning,
the beginning
of an end.
we pray, but are
there any
new prayers left
to send.
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
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I think this one could end after
the beginning of the end.
Don't need the last bit.
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