I Am Eighty

Afzal Khan

singing birds and lovely sun
dancing flowers, breeze, heaven
outside much much fun
I would like run run run
barring me this lockdown zone
I am eighty and I am alone

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Window Peer

Rebecca

I think it’s week six though I can’t be sure,
Before, when I thought last, I found out it was more.
I can see it’s a long time from the length of my hair,
When I turn my neck I can feel it on my collar, there.

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