Fly swat, fly paper,
insecticide in a spray,
all lead to decay.

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Sleep deprivation,
insomnia, starvation
of good vibrations

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Narrative Distance
with a sense of character
separates readers

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The scent of apples
gift-wrapped in old newspaper
pervades the cellar

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She plays aluphone,
she often plays barefooted
to feel pulse and beat.

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Missing soft kisses,
the gentleness of touches,
loved with family.

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Mustard, buttercups,
corn on the cob and sunflower,
yellow has power.

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Simple peace and quiet
usually wished for each day,
now it’s here—OK?

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For better or worse?
For a blessing or a curse?
Constant or diverse?

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She drifts up the stairs,
floats, soundless, down the landing,
frightful, quiet as night.

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Lockdown blues over?
Not quite, until we feel safe,
oh, to see loved ones.

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Words are meaningless
until imbued with meaning
by those with a care

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The night sky sulks dark;
ill-willed faeries live, love, dance
down deep in the dell.

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Recalling crimplene,
and shock at ‘Room at the Top’,
party line on phones.

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Friday, and it’s time
for a Zoom meeting with my
son and grandson, yes!

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I will go home when
I find the place that is home.
I belong somewhere.

I found my own home,
wildlife, no light pollution,
peace and belonging.

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Yggdrasill shivers,
the fungus attacks and kills.
They knew about it.

I see him in clouds
no, no precipitation,
except on my face.

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