Another Pandemic Poem

A smudgy mirror, but I don’t care.

It adds to my vibe,

to the streaked foggy feel

that is real on the inside.

Outside

it’s 30 degrees

and I need a warm day’s start.

We’re all 6 feet apart and

really, all I want is a hug

for my heart. Yet, lately

my skin wraps me well.

We enjoy the company

Of my mind,

feel gratitude for

the capabilities behind

what you think you see:

My body. Barbara.

Me.

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