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Well-Known Corners of the People
Covid Days
by
Gerardo Papalia
Our light
weeps
into curfewed ground.
Our breath
holds to
the day-less night.
Our heart
sighs for
the jaundiced morn.
These are the days
and ways of fright.
Our light
weeps
into curfewed ground.
Our breath
holds to
the day-less night.
Our heart
sighs for
the jaundiced morn.
These are the days
and ways of fright.