I saw you on the lake.
You have a nice tan,
you glistened, wet, and smiled.
We waved halfheartedly, at a distance.
It was one of those 2020 moments.
We are distanced by discipline,
desires sheltered in place.
Mine are burned, as fuel,
for piquant eclogues or rest,
unused, like nuclear waste.
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Beautiful words. Distanced in discipline Desires in place..... beautiful expression. Mine is burned, as fuel In piquant ecologue or rest... beautiful expression. Nothing goes waste even raindrops fall and nurture nations.