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Having picked flowers, knowing they’d die,
you understand the urge to pluck
the exotic, the beautiful—any diversion
from fear, which is in itself a disease.

That morning, you helped your boy
give up the idea of living forever.

Sheltered in Place by Richard Levine | Poetry Foundation
poetryfoundation.org/poems/153

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