Weeping - It
I have been on a break from life too long,
now, I am free to go outside, where the
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach;
that is void of people as I gulp air.
I lay on the sand under blazing sun,
happy to have survived the pandemic;
and drift off to a restless, dark sleep, of
sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
I leave the crashing, roaring waves and beach,
and stop at the corner store for cheap wine;
at my building some people are standing,
the label I hide on the wine bottle.
We chat easily talking of gossip,
I say bye and go to my apartment;
they told me of the psycho cat's demise,
the stray that I was feeding for a year,
and I fall on my bed weeping for her . . .
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September 23, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Weeping - IT
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1288-956-23
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Collaboration with Kim Rodrigues
Written for the contest, Collaborate With Me
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues, Judged 11/8/20
First Place
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