a crowd
of one, or two
walk
by.
holding hands.
keeping their distance
from strangers
and other loved ones.
the sky is full of prayers.
knees
are calloused.
as bodies stack
up
like lumber, the forest
falling
in dozens. politics
and medicine
don't mix well.
a strange brew of fear
and anxiety
is everywhere.
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The knees are calloused takes me somewhere else. What can I say?
I guess I have a dirty mind.
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