A Quartet of Freedom
My lover, Petros, and I
Totally free on the deck
No space between us
Not a mask in sight
Washing hands gets a big vote
Blithesome in freedom
Close on streets we walk
Laughter is our oxygen
God our daily medicine
Guests welcomed always
No media ghosts allowed
Joyfulness abounds
APRIL 26,2020
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