hollowness
in being crowded
at taped off time of day
doorbell screams
i crank up screen
to shrink behind those
hard not to see
though i’m no better
crude and petty
palms pressed to skull moon
cold and sweaty.
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hands in the garden 
Is summer crashing into autumn near you? How have you been? Jeanne
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