Living under the cloud of Covid 19
Listen to the pale hushed words without sounds; Listen to the murmurs of frustration that assault our spirits. See how they spin crazily in their dire solitude See how they hang onto the edge of their sanity. I look on as the sun set stillness upon the sky I see black clouds squeeze out rain. I touch the earth. It has received its bounty. And Life begins its quiet chatter once again. CAK 3-24-2020
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