It's Real
By Richard L. Provencher
Mon, 30 Mar 2020
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as a tree
this old home
where thorn bushes
unfolded
and wood became
logs for cabin-building
upon this distant
space – isolated and
free from endless
grid regulations.
Now hear my prayer
of peace from
every urge of my
lips – a cry for humanity
in the midst
of a corunavirus
scourge upon
this country of mine.
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