Is that a surgical mask
on his face or
a desk lamp obstructing
my view? A cube
in the middle
of the room
could take up
all the space
in my head. Contaminated
thoughts could become
the beginning
of someone
else’s master
work—or a brief
ode to the long gone
70s without stanzas.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Thank-you Amy for your written words
For so many will understand the message
That lies with in your scattered verse
They and I will follow your meaningful words
That you cement for ever on your Blog
Thanks once again for your gift of words, love it.
Cheers kev
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Thank you for reading my blog and your nice comment, Kev.
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