Social Isolation: Day 50*
Memories both dark and light grow new skin these days, take on my fierce reeducation. Strawberry moon sets fat and full. Granddaughter by now hears every sound from the ocean of her mother’s womb. We are never isolated. I think I will stop here with a thank you for it all and for the breath that I still draw so freely. S. Robbins, May 7, 2020 *When I began this daily practice, I thought social isolation might last two weeks. Seven plus weeks later, there's no end in sight. So, I've decided to stop posting daily poems on the subject. I will still post one if it occurs to me, and others' poems and other poems. Thank you so much for reading and commenting on them these past fifty days.
Sherry Robbins 
Thank you, Sher, for posting these. I love you and your words
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Thank you, Alissa. You’re the best.
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