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I spied love in all of the useless places—I overdid it.I spied it in your hands,look for it in your ignorance,searched in your selfishness,to find the conclusion- not love, but I’m an illusion.Clichés,Broken-hearted people saying:“love does not exist.”Oh dear,believe me it does, but won’t ever come to your stagnant state of mind again.Different locations:buses,parks,theaters,houses.I spilled…

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April Walk in the Time of Corona

I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD. —Wm. Wordsworth Once, beside the river, I walked wild as if my legs were tugged by rushing current. With strangers, I volleyed Good day in a game of catch.Breezes from passing cyclists quivered arm hairs. Shoulders touching, youand I clustered under corona of noon sun, fed mallards, cooed at spring ducks.  Now the air has…

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