#creativeduringcovid19

North Country Color  Maine

* so you're right there.

where?  

there; right there.

aandd...

also there, is she.

sooo...

wanta know what's going on with her,

try asking.

ookkkayy...

um, hi - i was wondering if...

you too?

so - wondering, i mean if...

sure - i'd like that, yes i'd love to go, but...

right now, no - I need to sit &...

sure, you can, have a seat, here - this ok?

now...

fine.     thanks. ready to go now?

you don't know      just how much i've wanted...

really - you?   wow. great.

Bathing in the moon light in color this Caturday

Regurgitation has reached

A fever pitched frenzy

Firing from every side

Every angle played; panic put

On full display, blood on hands

That have long been stained

Chaos the order of the day

Degradation reigns, plaguing

Plugging away at what shreds

Remain of peace

Of mind poisoned

To divide, space

But not enough air

Hey how about a trip

To Mars? How far

Is too far? I don't think

It far-fetched to think it

Might only be the start

Never have I ever

Prayed so hard

To be wrong

Claw dreams

En confinamiento - Barcelona

I bite my lip and step forward into the living second:

The shadows fall deeper into the week now

The asphalt holds its summer sercrets

The planes overhead leave amber melodies hanging in the sky

The carpet of aluminum on the east lot breaks free of its damp restless echo

The sun shines brighter but lowing to the horizon to drink of the milk of earthly stirrings

I'm afraid of the approaching winter

I'm soaked in August's red nectar still shocked from the relief of spring.

The plague has still not lifted

And my love has still not returned*