Virtual connection with nearly ten thousand people—
My ancestors never knew
such kinship and overwhelm.
My body is separated from the laptop
with a thin mustard yellow blanket.
There’s beauty in these human voices.
There’s beauty in these typed out words.
People on my screen or in?
Probably in.
My sweater is warm.
My bare feet are cold.
Outside, the air is nearly still.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 