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Issue #3 Poetry of the Pandemic

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Aaron Smith

Unneeded

After the storm, the wet trees, hazy sky

and I remember when I was young

in West Virginia, leaving into a life

I believed I would be happy in.

And the humid air. And bird noise. Then nobody

I loved had died yet. My mother

hadn’t sobbed into a phone.

I hadn’t been alone yet, unneeded

the same way I needed. A man

hadn’t given me flowers

in a brown paper bag.

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