Photo by Max Bender on Unsplash
Love in a time of webcam and masks
Poem by Alison Leonard
Mourners have swum in
underneath me, me from
hundreds of miles away
and no need to brave
Waverley and Piccadilly
for the sake of our goodbyes.
Photo by Max Bender on Unsplash
Mourners have swum in
underneath me, me from
hundreds of miles away
and no need to brave
Waverley and Piccadilly
for the sake of our goodbyes.
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