the days soften into each other like marshmallow
fourteen days, they say
we lock ourselves in
and trap another who lucked out
(or in)
by staying over
it's not too bad with room for all
it's the little things though
you don't think of
but neighbours do
surprise bundles of food
bring tears held back
and joy to beige days
knock at the door
heralds the dog walkers
she bounds back in
with air fresh from the world
and w…
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