We arrived here in chaos, and left here in kind,
And though we seemed to be flying blind,
We've landed there safely, if somewhat confused,
Running on adrenaline (caffeine infused).
So I sit here alone, at this grey folding table,
Writing this verse, because I'm not able,
To leave here without a few words of adieu,
Now it's time to pack up and get home to you.
(And I Feel Fine)
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I wrote what follows just under a year ago, at the start of the pandemic,
and never finished it. When I revisited the draft today, for the first time
since...
3 years ago