Connie Peters' poems in progress
I’d Fly Away
(a nonet)
Holed up at home for over a year
This pandemic’s got me grounded
I’d fly away if I could
Israel! The Netherlands!
Ireland! Italy!
France! They all call.
Fly away!
O, please!
Yes!
(from I’ll Fly Away)
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