A little birdie told me
not to come
stay home
be safe
find sensible adventures
close by
Canadian healthcare and laws

I shot the birdie
jumped a bus
rode until my concealed
Greyhound neck brace
could carry no more
Port Authority rapped

New York City arms
around the girl and her dreams
opening poems and poets
walking and sweating
flitting around salsa
on Pier 45 at dusk

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  • L. Lois lives in an urban hermitage where trauma-informed themes flow during walks by the ocean. She is pivoting through her grandmother-era, figuring out why her bevy of adult children don’t have babies.