Seventy-Seventh Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
quarantined
for two more weeks
in the attic
we're all alone together:
me, my shadow and my echo
PoemHunter. June 10 2020
A Room of My Own: Normal Life, A Soap Bubble
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my friend turns
forty the age his father died
he mutters
*the Grim Reaper haunts me*
*like my walking shadow*
breaking news
at the first light of spring daw...