is our footing
solid, we ask
the emptiness
considering next
steps, here
tentative un-
knowing over
rare space un-
seen invaders, we
are so vulnerable
trying to remember
to breathe, to turn
off tv news often
hoping green
in this distance
meadow
these purple
wildflowers, trill
of birdsong, scampering
children, perhaps
that kayak carried
solo towards
a round lake
are not only
a solid collage
receding,
not only
our collective
lonely mirage....
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