Sunday Morning. Dark.

 



Sunday morning. Dark.
Scrambled eggs hit the spot.
Cold water kept in refrigerator.


Looking up comments on poetry
One lonely young woman spoke up.
Said thanks.
Reflecting on an isolated
Live-alone existence.
Our exchange was tremendous.


Major reason why I blog
Develop websites and videos
Busk with harmonicas
Out on the street.


Remember a guy who
Dropped his bike to enter
The pharmacy Rexall.
Came back out teary eyed
We started to talk.


He said that he was so lonely.
Said the music seemed just like
MEDICINE.
He recently had started
Opening up.
He then pumped away, smiling.
I knew a little more clearly
Why I was there.
Post COVID hammering.


It is just to acknowledge

Listen.

Give a damn. 

Evidently.

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