By
Alex Music
I. seven in the morning, we awake to a house brim with chatter, four voices, essence of fresh bread persisting in the air we slip out the front door and evade that odd goodbye it is the season of the worry warts, so take that as you will but it is nice to think of avoidance not as a symptom, but the best vaccine we have for true danger is rare, that mindset something holy cherish the fear, wear it like you are a mannequin running in style II. across the earth, the canals sit a quiet blue-green undisturbed and void of garbage, no lounging bodies dotted on the embankment nature has grown new lungs, they say, or something less poetic but this will last only
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