We placed our season bags

into the spare room
unpacked redistributed
as best we could some on standby

who could be sure
a return to the old life
would last any more
than before the last

time, it's said comes in cycles
some familiar others unchartered
though plans in advance were made
no friend really knows how

or when the whistle blows

if you're not ready let go
of farewells not properly made
what's left behind last minute

stays out of reach
hibernation resumes
three winters now
so little of harvest

stored in cupboards within
new ways to live and dream
how good is zoom
we did not travel in Spring


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