Pandemic Summer
written by: Mary Bone
Our pandemic summer
kept us in.
What a bummer!
The birds still sang.
The flowers kept blooming.
We were inside, just fuming.
Petals and leaves fell from nearby trees.
Everyone was ready
for a fresh, cool breeze.
Mary Bone enjoys writing and drawing. Her work has appeared at Spillwords, Visual Verse, Words of the Lamb, Active Muse Journal, Literary Yard and other places.
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