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Tag: poet
My Friend, Covid-19
Reach out—flex.
Cringe back—gasp!
Brush up against—
Sorry! My mistake!
What the (bleep) are you doing?
Watch yourself! Be careful!
Did you wash your hands?
Every hour?
You don’t realize how much you touch.
Oh, but only if…
We could meet again,
Hang out. Have coffee together.
Can I read you a story?
No, you might cough on me!
Let’s start over.
We can’t.
What’s done is done.
Where is your mask?
You’ve got to…
Only, perhaps,
It is too late.
Perhaps.
The Essential
Waking from a dream,
I find, I am in a nightmare.
The status quo is social distancing,
I cannot shake your hand,
Much less,
Give you a hug.
The world has been
Turned upside down
By an odd appetite,
And now we all must curb
A variety of yearnings,
Like sitting down in a restaurant,
Going to the movie theater,
Visiting at a friend’s house,
Shopping at the mall.
What has become of the world?
It seems just yesterday,
That I could go anywhere,
At any time.
Now I must check myself,
And ask if it is essential.
What is essential,
After all?
Please
Walk straight keep going come down don’t jump I love you I care about you don’t lie to me I won’t judge you just be honest come closer I won’t bite reach out take my hand trust me please
Getting Older
Growing up is a fateful journey,
Full of both joy and despair,
With yearning for a sense of completeness
And sometimes a wish for escape.
I wish I could spend more time
With my family and friends, but
Somehow life seems to get in the way.
Everything from irritable bowels to
A toilet overflowing and flooding several rooms—
From a new job as an administrative assistant
To my wife taking classes at the local community college—
It’s always something.
But as time passes,
I will grab that opportunity to touch base,
Even if just with a note or a phone call.
As I get older, and especially,
As my nieces and nephews get older,
Time seems to fly by and becomes
Much more precious.
Decisions become a challenge, sometimes,
And dates and times seem to crowd in
From every angle.
Oh, if I could only go back!
What I would do differently.
Be
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Tea
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Ralph
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Knot
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