

our covid masks secure, our voices raised in hopes of clarity
miscommunication runs rampant
lost features could translate
i’ll never know
but in the aftermath of things that will never be resolved
i wonder if perhaps
while our personalities, tightly clothed in our stories
play a games of ball in which no one catches anything
our Spirits run in perfect harmony
free and wild
in spaces that would blow our teeny tiny minds…
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Happy Saturday, Beautiful People!!!



