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We're okay!!



We're okay, we say, we're well;

zooming to see friends, it's great, 

we're smiling, waving, smiling. 

Smiling.


And all around our elders trapped in airless rooms

with only one way out: in body bags.

Curbside the freezer trucks are waiting.


Remember what it's like to hug, 

to kiss, to be so close we dreamt each other's dreams?

Will we remember--if we live?


And will the woods be green again this spring?

Will God forgive us our sins?

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