Lawrence R. Berger

Summer 2020

It's different this year
Oh sure, there is still the sun
but we're all stuck in our homes

We sit in front of computer screens
missing our grandparents and worried about school in the fall

Beaches are closed
pools are closed
even Disneyworld is closed

The world exhales and works to make a future
for the summer of 2020

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