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               All alone beside the streams
               And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

                    – Robert Louis Stevenson (“The Land of Nod”)

Gray days, low clouds hide
green horizons, the divide
between us and the bizarre

business of Coronavirus
nightly counting corpses
like sheep to fall asleep

in the Land of Nod.
Sequestered among the heavy
heads of Fidddleneck

bowing wet with rain,
our dreams unchanged:
sweet grass enough to keep

cattle fat and happy,
to keep us hungry with
high hopes for humanity.