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Has anyone noticed...

My lord,
You are a candle on the table of my life...

the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...

In the kitchen-
Fingertips trace ashes splattered over counters...

Love, you are like a bee,
You make my heart buzz and buzz...

Is it possible God...
That we are like flour being sifted...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...

A young boy once asked me, "ma'am, pardon my...
To which I replied...

Many times I have wondered,
If the sky is blue or brown...

May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...

Every day that is to come,
I know I will be glue...

I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...