Day Thirty Poem: In the Neighborhood of Make-Believe (“What Is Essential Is Invisible to the Eye”)

Dear Fred,

I wish you were here and now

giving us words of comfort

and wisdom but you are gone

even though you are with us

always in the spirit of kindness

always a beautiful day

in the garden of our minds

Thank you for dear childhood songs

reminding us we belong

in our neighborhood of make-believe

by An Xu 4-30-20

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