30 days of poems – 2020 {9}

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forty-eights
masks

so far

miles of
fabric
and neat rows
of stitches

bent neck
sore back
pricked fingers

today
that counts
as poetry

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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