Poems of a Pandemic

April 6, 2020

Trapped

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I am not trapped inside my house

I take my sturdy walker – walk

the spacious driveway twice each day

it opens up the world for me

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I see forsythia yellow – bright

I am not trapped inside my house

each jonquil nods as I pass by

eager to hear my greeting words

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“you’re blooming well my pretty ones”

I turn the walker and sit down

I am not trapped inside my house

sun rays soak into lifted eyes

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resting I count few cars go by

I walk again with mantra strong

feel strength seep into aged bones

I am not trapped inside my house

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April 7, 2020

Words

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lucky – yes?

unlucky – yes?

foolish in these days to

use these words at all – what happens

happens

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April 8, 2020

The Future

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the future

is not here

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the future

is not here and now

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the future is not here

and now it isn’t important

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the future is not here

and now it isn’t important

because the present is here

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the future is not here

and now  it isn’t important because

the present is here in the moment

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the future is not here

and now it isn’t important because

the present is here in the moment

ready for us

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the future is not here

and now it isn’t important because

the present is here in the moment

ready for us to live it

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