Sunday, October 18, 2020

day THIRTEEN HUNDRED and SEVENTY

Plague Year 

The streets are
too empty
for tears
and the air is clean
while the people
hide away
and the birds
dance their dances
and we all
wait around
for death
or something
better
though the way
things are going
who’s to say
what that
something
might
even be?

--Jeff Weddle

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