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Manuel 1d
She talks regularly and with great enthusiasm,
of all the flowers she's ever gotten.
From boys and lovers and friends,
and even that one girl, from camp.
She remembers vividly, all petals and pollen.
She elaborates each scent, and colours each bloom.
But when I asked of her lovers names 
She said she had forgotten.
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Manuel 4d
The cacti are waiting. Waiting for the water to come back.
And when it does they will bloom.
The thorns will give way to flowers. Leaves will flourish.
The bees will come back. Even the snails are welcome.
The cacti are waiting. Waiting for the water to come back.
Manuel May 2020
Quarantine O quarantine
Our paths have crossed involuntary

I spent all night
I spent all day
In my bed, where I shall stay

Others scream, and wish to flee
“Let me out, set me free”
But I’m content, for today
And in my bed, I shall stay

The world of man, at his feet
the little bat declares “I am not meat”
stay inside, they all say
and in your beds, you should stay

no spring breaks, no summer camps
no graduations, no euro champs
you know where they are
you know what they say
in their beds, where they should stay

you have all the time, that you need
to learn a skill,
or two or three
  in your beds, you should stay

write a song or sing-along
dance too hard or dance too long
say it loud, as clear as day
in my bed, I shall stay

At the end, of quarantine,
When you are free,
And full of glee,
Call him and her, but not me,
For in my bed, I shall stay.

— The End —