30 days of poems – 2020 {12}
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shifting dynamics
the way we
fix a flat tire
without any yelling
(mostly)
and cook dinner
together
same as always
but different
and miss
everyone
all the time
even each other
and keep passing
this ball of hope
back and forth
between us
.
. . . . .
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April 13th, 2020 at 5:11 pm
Fabulous to read you again. Oh, how I love your work.