craven poet
self censured
by social niceties
avoiding
the elegant insolence
of a Thomas
or an O’Hara
looking out
fearing
someone looking in
Censure
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Today on FaceTime my daughter in Australia and me in Wales, shared a moment when we looked at the moon together. It felt very connecting in these separating times, quite magical.
Of course hers was upside down!