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Quarantine New Yorker

Quarantine Blog, Day Seventeen

Today I broke the glass doors of quarantine.

Today I sat in the sun.

To dream of the life that we had just a few weeks ago.

Or a few months ago.

It’s hard to tell when this feeling of dread really began.

When it started, like a waterfall, to wash over me.

Today I sat in the sun.

Flipping pages of words, from writers better than me.

Writers from New York City; where they don’t have the pleasure of the grass, like I have.

Listening to lyricists with guitars yell about sex, drugs, and rock and roll into the everlasting microphone of the Infinity.

Today I sat in the sun.

Tomorrow I could cry.

Tonight I will sleep

Perchance to dream

With hope to wake.

Ay, there’s the rub.

I will wake.

And so will you.

And we’ll still be standing where the ground is steady.

I’ll be holding your hand.

As we stumble gracefully into the Infinity.

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Micah Mabey

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