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Carrie Ann Thunell



cat on my lap

her warmth is a quilt

against loneliness

simple coffee shop banter

miles away



city park

the forest trail scattered

with bright colors

fallen crumpled masks

mark our throw-away world



in April

business and traffic shut down

the silence

is filled with birds and frogs

deer cross the empty street



news scrolling by

full page of the virus stats

the percolator

fills the air with the sound

and scent of brewing




sun salutations

flow before each dawn

the quiet

of my practice

of the city streets



 the virus

forced early retirement

stack of bills

small house in need of paint

we fought, then fell in love again

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