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Apr 2020
looking through the netted window
i feel a mosquito biting on my
bare shoulder.

the winds at night have gotten
colder
the air at noon has gotten
warmer.

i stand wishing
upon my return to the beach;
see the old men fishing
the waves
just out of reach.

quarantine has made me wonder
if i matter to another,
and everytime
the answer
stays the same.
Back at home
I have a beach
only 40 minutes away
by bus.
Lushi
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Lushi  F
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