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Dark emotions lurk;
subconscious thoughts
bubble to surface.
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My dreams are daunting
when moonlight muddles meanings.
Daylight brings insight.
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My sunny nature
resurrects itself again:
life, love, happiness.
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I see you next door,
grimly weeding your garden.
“Hello, how are you?”
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We will smile brightly;
we connect, disinfected,
but mask our feelings.
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Author Notes
Author's Note:
I've been having weird dreams lately, rather unsettling, bleak ones; probably not surprising given all the bad news we are absorbing.
My next door neighbours and I have been friends for over twenty-five years, so we know each other well. I chatted over the fence the other day, but keeping a distance made the exchange seem strange. Wearing a mask is the new fashion accessory it seems -- even some public sculptures are wearing them.
We wear different social 'masks' at times.
I'm experimenting with facial masks at home, with no risk of someone coming to the door unexpectedly.
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