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

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