Stronger Winds

April 28, 2020

A dark cloud swept o’er me today,

and visited but couldn’t stay

It tried to blow my voice away,

but stronger winds then had their say

Poisoning rains lay overhead,

whose black veil lifts in mornings glow

Their invocation scoffed again

—by everything Mariah knows

(University Of Pennsylvania Hospital: April, 2020)

‘Thank You Drs. Torp, Thaler & Weinstein’

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