RECOLLECTIONS by Jen Curry

Pandemic fear disappears when you were here.
Sharing most moments in caring spheres.
Laughing during the first premiere.
Priming a new, old frontier this year my dears.

We built and tore down sand castle walls.
Mashed, memories, by sky lit-shadowed calls.
Mirrored illusions, reflected painful withdrawals.
Disappearing contentious courageous brawls.

Scarecrows, skeletons evoked unearthed and provoked.
Coaxed open, clear crystal closet door poking soaking.
Hard floors flowing, listening to fluent, empty foreboding.
Letting go, letting be, hoping, coping, joking.
Unknown, unspoken, omen’s holding one twins token.