Pandemic Poem #34

*originally written 7.2.20

Darby Dan training loop and Greenway trail, 5.52

Sometimes we learn

things we have believed

for decades

to be untrue.

Like the wiry, dry flowers

lining highways in July

are chicory, not cornflowers.

(They are both blue)

Or that friendships

can grow and change and

evolve through conflict

into something new.

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