Shadows passing, swiftly
like weeds in the spring breeze
holding their breaths
until April ends,
maybe May.
I see fireflies casting light-
dreams
to keep spirits alive
while we watch through sheer curtains
waiting to love again
and feel
the unity
closer
than six feet apart.
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Day 4 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)
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