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Behind our masks

I cannot make out

your delicate meanings

and under my masked and muffled words

you cannot hear the subtleties

of mine

denied hugs handshakes or touch

we must make do

with hints of smile

covered warmth dimly felt

across the mandated distances

even as the fabric

of our social networks

frazzle and shred

as we shelter in place

in this world of fear

when we need each other

as never before

space and safety dictate

our forced and meager emotional diets

© Vilma Olsvary Ginzberg, 07-10-2020

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