Carrie Ann Thunell

USA

 

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cat on my lap

her warmth is a quilt

against loneliness

simple coffee shop banter

miles away

 

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city park

the forest trail scattered

with bright colors

fallen crumpled masks

mark our throw-away world

 

 

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in April

business and traffic shut down

the silence

is filled with birds and frogs

deer cross the empty street

 

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news scrolling by

full page of the virus stats

the percolator

fills the air with the sound

and scent of brewing

 

 

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sun salutations

flow before each dawn

the quiet

of my practice

of the city streets

 

 

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 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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