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Spring’s Hand

By: Barry Carter

The Poem

Spring’s hand came out of
A mirror to
Pick up and replace
The broken piece
Of glass to reflect
The dynasty of shadows
That passed, they
Assumed the correct
The roads were silent
During the first
Lockdown, we were shown
New modes of living.
Queue of sphinxes
Waiting to take
A drink from a wishing
Well, which one had
The eyes like cathedral
Bells that the winds caressed,
Unresting altruism, scientists find the vaccine, communities are the screens that reflect
Different facets of the human

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