The Market

On a now rare and frustrating walk, I felt a sense of loss and lament as I looked at the farmers' empty market, knowing it may not open in this season of pandemic.

if you’re a goose

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago and as I read it now, it takes on new meanings in light of how quickly we've seen every aspect of our lives change so quickly...

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