JULY 12

JULY 12

 

Twenty weeks ago 
In a boat on a floating cloud 
With marmalade trees and Milky Way skies

Nothing but real allowed
Only natural highs....

 

Plastic flowers of black and white
In a cloud over my head 
She appeared in flight 
With sun filled eyes

Wanting to know the whys....

 

But I sang to her instead

She wondered softly 
      then fled

Where did she go?
Did I make it snow!
Did she even know?
Did she see the marmalade trees 
      and Milky Way skies? 

Or is her heart beating to someone's lies....
 

It was twenty weeks ago 

On a Wednesday 

When loves tango
Began to play....

 

On that day

Awoke from bed

Shook my head 
Read the news anyway....

 

Everyone singing out of tune
Acting like a loon 
Just getting by

And getting high

On the words of the press

I gave a sigh 
At their song of distress

Wondered what hid

Behind this COVID....

 

That was twenty weeks ago

On a wednesday

The Twelfth of Febeuary

When loves tango

Began to play

It was our first date 

And she was late.... 

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7-12-20

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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