twilight chill...
on the street corner
a young man
yells at his father
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Eighty-Third Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
"Quiet, all alone"
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Eighty-Fourth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
about the aftermath of overnight beach parties
the sun obscured
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Eighty-Fifth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
lockdown lifted...
morning sunlight slips
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