Poetry Here (Mostly)

Taking Its Course


Every day more sick, more dead
corroborate corona dread.

Proactively we separate,
then passive and alone we wait.

Staying home protects all people,
not just old or somewhat feeble.

As the sun rises right on cue,
through window view a spread of blue.

Nary a cloud floats in the sky,
hope silver lining soon stops by.

Such is life as quintessential
member of the non-essential.

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