- monah mayhem
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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