Crowded, bumping busy boats,
Distant (now) pre-Covid times:
Ways we humans love to dance.
Traveling abroad and lost
In the maze of tourist traps:
Crowded, bumping busy boats.
Strange today, remembering:
Almost like a childhood --
Distant (now) pre-Covid times.
Flowered, flowing particles,
Hands that reach in colors bright:
Ways we humans love to dance.
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Published by Beleaguered Servant
Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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