The Hope
The virus
This forenoon
is like a new summer day
people smile
behind mask.
their eyes sparkle
like the worst is over.
Superman,
not the movie one,
is in hospital.
the hope is, up from
the sick bed
the Phoenix will fly
on fluttering wings of peace..
failing this
we put our hopes
in prayer
that he might not suffer.
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