Tag: B.1.617.2

• B.1.617.2

  

  B.1.617.2 Two jabs, and you thought                                  freedom. Taken in by a different light.Beguiled by scenery and treesand lavender fog overspring green grass. It’s your face you seein the mirror, in high streetwindowpanes, gleaming,filled with sun. Oh, our fatal indifference.Because…

  Misky

  May 15, 2021

  #apoemaday, Poetry, Twiglets

  B.1.617.2, covid