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Twisty trees for me during these tricksy times We sigh that April showers mean May flowers and perhaps... our cough is just that? Allergies? The bends and boughs won't break won't fall we'll catch nothing at all because Bublé sang "It's a new dawn It's a new day" a mayday, mayday like no other With hope We praise this day She is awake! Hallelujah! We feel the sun's rays through the clouds Say it loud: April is over! 2020, our longest year When fear reigned When contagion spread And we knew little, except for dread but that fed the science to move swift We shifted gears and sent medics to New York Set up tents, canceled events and sheltered in place That haste led to art and impacted decisions on all fronts so that weeks felt like months (or maybe years) But today we look forward through the glass...and have to ask May we have a fresh start |
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