Who would have expected
the essential would come to this;
the potent power of distance
to heal these vernal times
before the frost leaves the ground
beneath our feet?
In our grief of everything we have lost,
it is somehow too soon to reminisce
about the way we were before
the earth swooned with fever
and coughed herself
to nearly death.
Stand too close
and the heat of virus
will seep like and echo
weaving back and forth like a shuttle;
madness has you imagine the worst
of the stranger you’ve never met.
Stand back.
Stand away from the flames.
Don’t get too close.
Expect the unexpected.
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