Friday, April 24, 2020

Sonnet: Six Feet

Six feet, like strangers, must we stand apart
Uncertain if that someone a spreader be
Of disease who untested could be me !
In bar or restaurant, at beach or park
The chance encounter happens in the dark
As voices meaning and contagion carry
Or buses on a strap or handle see
Corona home to your or my apart-
ment; Hi to selfies, bye the peopled pic
And woe to solitude amid the crowd
Where players of the social distance game
Would keep relations at arm's length and stick
To corners of a shot as none too proud
Now six feet doubled drops them out of f r a m
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April 2020

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