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Some kind of stupid,
if you still say,
things are better now
in the U S of A.
So many lives lost.
So much to do.
Now you say,
your working on
a strategy too.
It's been almost
one half a year
and the only thing
is you, I fear.
What kind of person?
What kind of man?
Are you saying now,
you have a plan?

Escape with me to a beautiful land.
Let your troubles go. Take my hand,
as we flee from this saddest place,
where there is no happiness on your face.

An interesting day.
A night sublime,
as we return to
day's of Auld Lang Zine.
Remembering the events
of a far away day,
when friends were here
not locked away.

I love you now.
I'll love you when,
our World returns
to sanity once again.

Many years ago, the neighbor, behind our house told
me he was going to put in a little pond, in the corner
of his lot, close to us.
He spent a lot of time digging out the dirt for the pond.
The neighbor, I'll call him Curt, worked hard. Scraping
the sides of the hole to attain the smooth sides and top
that he wanted for the top stones and to pave the pond
so it would retain water.
Curt mentioned that he had purchased a miniature
Cherry tree and it's drooping branches would provide
a beautiful setting.
Curt moved away, several years later. The new neighbor,
who I won't name, built a fence so I no longer had a view
of the pond.
As the years passed the miniature Cherry tree wasn't and
towers over the fence with branches intruding into our
vertical space and effecting the growth of a Fir tree.
There are no cherries, that are edible, but there are
a lot of white blossoms, so when they fall from the tree
it looks like a small Spring snowstorm.
God bless you. Rest in Peace, Curt, as I heard you had
passed away several years ago.
I do think about you every day and want you to know the
miniature Cherry tree, towers about 50 plus feet
above the corner of our deck.

Hickory dickory dock,
Hickory dickory do.
I pray that in November
I no longer hear of you.

Many of our friends
we no longer see,
for the lockdown has
caused mental atrophy.

Along the berm,
beside the tree,
is where my love
awaits for me.

A flower rare
is what I see.
It is there; she
awaits for me.

Her lilting laughter,
carries out to me.
Her sparkling eyes
awaits for me.

Do you think your smart?
Do you think your wise?
Do you think of others?
That'll be a surprise.
Can you tell the truth
or are there just more lies?

I weep in silence,
without a tear,
when I see
her memory disappear.
The words I see
inside my mind
are not cruel
nor unkind.
Why, I ask does this scourge
ruin the lives ending
with a saddened dirge?

I found myself weeping
the sad tears of regret,
for my loved one
having no memories and yet,
the love I have for her
is here now and I can't regret
the life we shared, as family
from dawning to sunset.

There were times, in years past,
when I wanted to be alone.
The changes now; being locked in place,
has created a great desire
to talk to someone, face to face.