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Dec 26, 2021

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Blue Jay

Another stab at an abcderian poem

Photo credit: Stephanie Martin with permission. Not a blue jay, I know. But it’s gorgeous.

Acrid, burn these

broken days,

clouded by covid,

damned by the

elimination of hope.

Forgive me for

grieving that which did not exist

how was I so foolish to believe