LIFE Poem: Magazine People, by Rosaline Seidel

At the end of the day
We were a magazine
Two frozen figures
Living a glossy dream
The grass just clipped
lawn ever green
Inside each of our bag lunches
A small tangerine
You and I and our quiet row home
In our bubble of quarantine
I still remember the way you showed
Me how to load the dish washing machine
Mister softee’s just around the corner
Let’s line up for ice cream
Falling asleep in your arms
My sweetest routine
Our glossy dream
We were a magazine
Oh But everywhere you go
you take yourself
Has always been
My inescapable theme

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