Thursday, February 18, 2021

Fifty-three:

53

Your memory 

and it’s recovery of

some dead world 

that looks so new.

The prickly beards 

of tribal kings

and a peeled moon

dreaming profoundly.

Are you eligible for

the Covid vaccine?

You have a Zoom 

meeting in 90 minutes.

These might be the last

thoughts that you think.


Markle~

17February2021


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