Social Isolation:Day 16
One April in the South I stood by the clay-red river and watched alligators watching me. One April Mr. Diehl gave us poems not in our high school textbooks. Let be be finale of seem one said, and I did. One April in Morocco I lay on the ground under more stars than I had ever seen and felt, like a reverse possession, a blessed emptiness. I never thought this was the cruelest month. S. Robbins, April 2, 2020
Sherry Robbins 