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Mar 2020
I live in a high rise

looking down from my perch
as I have done so many days

I see

green mountains still surround me
the river flows the same direction
the bridges hold their weight
the buildings stand still
the birds fly and gather together

but something is different
all the ants have disappeared
John Destalo
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John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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