Wednesday, December 2, 2020

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BLURSDAYS: A SEVENLING

Every Blursday  birds sing at the appointed time

The same tune "wake up to a new day"

Don't these critters know its Blursday


Phase zero of lockdown days

Sun rises, sun sets 

Quiet streets rock the sonorous silence 


Early hand washing crazy corona days

© gillena cox 2020


NOTES
# The ABCD image contains some of the given words i found striking, though i only used Blursday in my poem today.
##While we here in T&T are no longer in  complete LOCKDOWN, Blursday is a reflection of that phase of our dealing with Covid 19.