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In the Time of Virus

Series of poems exchanged between poets via e-mail

Empty Nest with Pandemic. The hound howls and our one outdoor light turns the orange lid of the bird feeder neon. In the backyard, remembering the times you met me in Bangkok, in Santiago, places I never would have gone had you not been waiting. We, not confined, not longing for adventure but keeping ears wide open for unusual cries, chirps and singing in our neighborhood as we review the adventure of 42 years with joined hearts, leaping in and out of fire. ©Debbi Brody 2020

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