Monday, April 13, 2020

Poem 23

sun drenched morning
leaves shining face east
buds blooms cradle bees
even hummers sip maple
nectar feather ones sing
oaks tassels sway toss pollen
mourning doves grey tunes
sink in    halts    reminds
invisible ones still grip
illuminating disparities
poor           rich
color          white       
crowded    comfort   
disease      ease

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