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EMPTY SPACES. Dedicated to Dot (Dorothy) and Harry Mordey.

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POEMS OFTEN BREW WITHIN ME FOR DAYS, SOMETIMES WEEKS, AND ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM WALKING ON CARNINGLI.

THEN, SOMETIMES, THEY COME TO THE BOIL.

THIS ONE IS MADE TODAY, FOLLOWING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF AN AUNT.

COVID 19 HAS, THUS FAR, TAKEN THE LIVES OF WELL OVER 2.5 MILLION PEOPLE.

STALIN IS OFTEN QUOTED AS HAVING SAID ” 1 DEATH IS A TRAGEDY. A MILLION DEATHS IS A STATISTIC.”

THIS POEM IS FOR EVERYONE WHO HAS SUFFERED LOSS – DIRECTLY OR OTHERWISE – TO THE RAVAGES OF THE PANDEMIC… MOTHERS, FATHERS, BROTHERS, SISTERS, CHILDREN, GRANDPARENTS, UNCLES, AUNTS, FRIENDS.

please remember them

Across the world,

Empty spaces…

A silhouette no longer framed on the Savannah

In Wyoming, a horse remains unsaddled

Red dirt unbroken in a Senegalese plot

A Russian doll that won’t be dissembled

A Spanish hacienda deserted

An Italian meal untasted

In Japan a temple flag is…

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