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COVID REVERIE

Snow is on the ground

I am snug in bed

What will I feel

When I am dead?

 

The child’s stark cry

Of where did she go?

Still puzzles me

I just don’t know

 

Gone in a second

Quick as a blink

I won’t have words

With which to think

 

Go with the flow

I can’t tell me

What’s the good of

A college degree?

 

Ha! don’t I wish that…

Memory was gone

Bad things said and

bad things done.

 

Bad is a word and

I won’t have those

But tears are wet

As everyone knows

 

What am I made of

Not sugar and spice

Maybe crawdads and

Poo and not a thing nice

 

But bereft of a heart

I can still feel.  Yes I can

And sense old friends

In La La Land

 

Lacking ears to hear

Or heart to pound

I can still make out the

Celestial sound

 

We lost a lot

When words came to stay

And nibble away knowing

The old fashioned way.

 

Dead, I am mycelium

A piece of the whole

No lungs but I breathe

An old old soul

 

Dead to the world

I live with old friends

Who welcome me back

Again and again.

 

 

Nan   January 29, 2022