ELIZABETH WHEELER
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smile eyes

7/25/2020

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Smile, eyes.
And while you're at it,
take it all in.
Do we dare
greet at doors?
Six feet from
those clothed.
Farther from
those dim and distant,
remote.
Empty the class
of expectations.
Miss what does not exist.
We have a substitute.
Project warmth
in what must be sterile.
Hope for health.
Brace for heartache.
Mask that.
Practice in the mirror.
Consider contacts.
Smile, eyes.
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