The Masked Woman

The Masked Woman

I remember the first time

I saw you sitting inside a tire

Swinging under a tree

Like a happy child

Your eyes were fixed on me

Like a bee chasing my thoughts.

I was memorizing the afternoon

Poetry of a pandemic.

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