30 days of poems – 2020 {3}

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window

everything is clean
and the world
is awash
with disease

dis-ease

ill seas

i watch the sky
not certain why

searching for signs
or rhymes
or lines

pointing
in the right

direction

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. . . . .

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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