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Gathering

A poem of a virus, politics, and feathered friends

Dennett
Oct 28, 2020
© Dennett 2020 ~ Black-Bellied Whistlers

Air weighted with political turmoil,
can’t breathe,
can’t think,
can’t believe
anymore.

Oxygen choked with virus fears,
numbers climb,
more sick,
more die,
too many.

Nature whispers, Visit me,
no politicians,
no pundits,
no news flashes,
no lies.

© Dennett 2020 ~ Muscovy

Come where ducks gather,
where sun shines,
where air is pure,
where time stills,
come out.

© Dennett 2020 — Great Egret

Where birds wade,
breezes waft,
water flows,
bodies float,
life calms.

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Dennett
Dennett

Written by Dennett

I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.

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