Rehoboth writers guild creates community-sourced poem
my love, lift up the hours with kind words that sway in the wind. I emerge, shop the crowded aisles for food, first time in a year, vaccinated at last. Driving home, I pull the car over, weep. Today is a line cast into murky water. I will take all that luck offers. Tomorrow, I will be new, dress up, beautify my nails. Strawberry margarita is the color I will choose to carry me from winter to spring, to fix my naked fingers, locked-up toes. Today I will soar with eagles, lie down with lions. (But first, I must get out of bed.) Today,
Source: capegazette.com
