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at my eyes are not fuzzy today? I can see straight to the other end of the city.The birds are chirping as if it’s just an ordinary day.For the first time in foreverOr was it just eight weeks?It doesn’t feel like we’re in a pandemic. It’s just an ordinary FridayWe’re working on the balcony, coffee, laptops, phones.Trucks roar down Second Avenue as in pre-COVID, before COVID (B.C.)People mill aboutI still can’t smell the city but I imagine the exhaust mixed with fresh bloomsIt’s going to be 80 degrees and it feels like winter is over, spring is over, this pandemi

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POETRY

Beautiful Day

Oh my god it’s beautiful out

I wish I could capture this

Bottle up the warm, dry breeze

That picks up just enough to wick the sweat off your skin.

It gently caresses my face, as if it’s missed me as much as I’ve missed it.

Will you

Carry me away from this place?

The trees are green and the light is bright, no haze in sight. Or is it just that my eyes are not fuzzy today? I can see straight to the other end of the city.

The birds are chirping as if it’s just an ordinary day.

For the first time in forever

Or was it just eight weeks?

It doesn’t feel like we’re in a pandemic. It’s just an ordinary Friday

We’re working on the balcony, coffee, laptops, phones.

Trucks roar down Second Avenue as in pre-COVID, before COVID (B.C.)

People mill about

I still can’t smell the city but I imagine the exhaust mixed with fresh blooms

It’s going to be 80 degrees and it feels like winter is over, spring is over, this pandemic is finally over.

It isn’t, of course, but one can dream. And one can savor this feeling

As a talisman for the months ahead.

For more content, visit my Medium profile; my LinkTree for everything including scholarly work, or Subscribe to my monthly newsletter, Flying Penguins Plus, which is a digest of my best work every month as well as completely new pieces written just for the newsletter, delivered directly to your Inbox!