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Above The Clouds
(wrote back in March, which now seems an age ago)
The reluctant tears of morning dew
hang from foliage of vivid green.
A global pandemic is mentioned.
Ears barely prick
Minds drift like snow:
Mmm what's for tea?
The dew becomes gas and floats
Ribbons of wispy white melt into the blue high above.
Lockdown
Feet burn upon newly laid decking under an early summer sun...
Thursday 8th October 2020 8:59 am
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