second day


four significance, radiance like grace

stubborn january’s sun tans heavily

on us, on our arid pelts, we melt


that is the outside, there with the day

harboring our child-like delight

we prance, we frolic


how we keep congested inside

the squared quarantine coldness of a/c

we don’t care, the other room is unknowing


the four of us, brethren and counterparts

our independence is not cruelty

i can feel the sunday glee




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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