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Tag: social isolation

Down on the Farm

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You can see them most days

chasing invisible aphids

seeds of ideas

by the drafty front window

scribbling down morning dribbles

that mutant notebook

in training for butterflies

to take home and impale on a pin,

to mount for display purposes

to show fellow aficionados

practitioners of

the dark art of tractor driving

Yellow Wallpaper Flower

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Over there observe

Fey wiry Mary Hartley

Confined to an upstairs bed

In a seaside bungalow

Waiting on a feted

Blue reunion

Summery justice

Life without dissipation

Sober as a smudge

Boiled or Poached

Am I staying in today?

I did all May plus

June July August

& each September

For the past six years

~

So

What difference does

another day make?

Every little bit counts.

Is that true, really?

I cannot say for certain.

It is just a feeling,

an urge of sorts.

(Pause, sigh, continue…)

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…but like life it will soon pass.

Gravity I’m told

begins at home:

Ergo levity

is somewhere not here