Covid revisited

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Sea of waking dreams

and fever-induced phantoms

sleepless soaking nights

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by Scooj

  • I stole the first line from the poem ‘I am’ by John Clare.

Pre-dawn chorus

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Nighttime thunderstorm

eclipsed by green collection

five thirty ay em

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by sleep-deprived Scooj

Moonlight

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My late night waking

draws me toward the window

dark skies, bright moonlight.

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by Scooj