- Apr 14, 2020

there are no sundays

on seas of solitude

bobbing in the waves

of our weary global compassion

hearts slowly sink

parties cancel

weddings postpone

gatherings cease

there is no church

there is no brunch

there are no sundays

only damp monday evenings

tv and canned soup, alone

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