in the bus 400

toward the city of saints

white two-way masks donned

and people you count on

one hand

i’m glad not to have alienated

yet while a visit to the viennese

small goods market means

we have drastically decimated

or most are afraid and stay

at home cooped up.

i think how lucky i am

to have friends left/beautiful

in mind and body/lovely to

see their smiles.

even the sun smiles today

from a lacquered blue sky

at times like an upside down


jets like ships leaving white

marks on the quaint

med’s blue

friends send me their poems

or detect excellent stuff

created by the last great poets

pretty postcards from pretty

islands /notes/ greetings

just as i post mine on


personal to a muse –

there’s a virtual poet’s guild

a virtual artist’s community




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