Milagros

It's too sunny to focus, too many songs in my head too
much chatter about nonsense that
only serves to delight too
many snapshots of those curls
around your forehead a
brief moment of
suspecting a future and
they say another winter
storm is coming but I
looked out the windows
of my little shoebox and
all I see is sunshine and
the radiator is beside itself
in efficiency I
haven't worn real clothes in days. 

Little tendrils make their way out of the
earth,
testing the waters,
reaching toward the sky still
full of hope and
longing. 

This pandemic has taken
so much from out of us. 

It has not taken
all.