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While We Recover

In quarantine, the Forget-Me-Nots

blossom a grey-fade


as a quiet slow fills

the empty ravines of city streets.


Alone in a canyon, a voice will echo—

a voice will find its chorus:


Meanwhile in Italy, isolation has brought

people together, singing from their balconies.


Adaptability becomes

our survival —


the window

cracked open, beckoning


the early spring morning

breeze inside.



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