My husband's poetry

how about you?

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by

cfblack
in , , ,

sharp Fall mornings

cut through summer clothes

how about you?

I await the sun and

lingering summer

how about you?

COVID isolates this extrovert

twists my brain in knots

how about you?

vicissitudes of aging

don’t mesh with young desires

how about you?

10-20-21

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