I want to turn the page
have space to breathe
this irony
is not lost on me
I want to go outside
return
to my soul sanctuary
and to a time
long ago
when I was held
tight
in high regard
a woman walks a dog
on the street below
she wears a mask
like a chin strap
to stop a tooth ache
not a murderous mutant
microorganism
how we fools
bend the rules
wearing a cockeyed crown
of chrome-plated hubris
as if we are kings
Pachamama
is calling our bluff
nature culls
her way home
NaPoWriMo - Day 26
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