May 27, 2020

sounds of long now

Not so quiet
But still odd
Some appear enjoy limited interaction
To little communication
Life stalled
Lawnmower noise
Replaced traffic
Birdsong replaced chat among humans
Muffled grief of abused. . .
Domestic violence crys
Ignored as lockdown carried on...
Sounds of sudurd in 2020

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"