the virus
once the vaccine rains
from the sky.
covid.
the pandemic.
it sort of made sense of things.
how easily
we can
get sick and die.
how quickly
life slips out of our hand
no matter
how many times
you wash them,
or put the mask on.
or distance yourself
with a yard stick.
i'll miss the daily
death count,
the sick count.in bright
bold numbers on the screen.
the maudlin faces of
the reporters, shaking their
heads
and sighing as they make
a comparison
of countries,
who's the sickest now.
will there be a recount/
i'll miss
the fear mongering.
the pointing of fingers
the politics of it all.
who's fault it is,
trying to figure out
who let the bug out of the jar.
and how do we get
it back in.
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