Breathe in, long and slow
The fresh air, so long deprived
Fills my lungs and bathes my skin
I wonder that the natural world
Has not changed so much as I remember
The verdant grass in my yard
The leaves on the trees just filling out
Snapdragons poking up out of the earth
In reds and yellows among the mulch
Stones collecting at the base of the tree
A tempting toy for little hands
That grab too quickly to halt
And all around, the birds sing
Twenty-four hours a day
Much more than I remember before
This pandemic created such stigma
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