All I can think about is crowds; happy, happy crowds...

I am writing to you
from a town
emptied out by isolation
but the dances in my mind
fill with crowds
in happy convocation
we have been to that place
we will go there again.

 

 

POEM © Iz Mazano
PICTURE: Danny Howe

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