That trees and clouds allow.
It seems a perfect place to be,
At least for me, right now.
I can’t see anyone at all;
My mask’s been put away,
So I’ll enjoy this sweet reprieve
That keeps the stress at bay.
The sun’s not great for cancer
But it’s warming to the soul
And chases off the chills that have
Extracted quite a toll.
The days click by and who can tell
When this strange life will end,
But in this normal patch of sun,
At least I can pretend.
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