Bothered by Covid

Young man who administered the shot told me it would be over soon. He was talking about the pandemic. He liked my hat. I told him it was my keep covid off my hair hat. He said good and shot me in the arm.

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dVerse quadrille on the word bother. This is a prose poem quadrille.

Bothered by Covid

After Vaccine

Don’t be just a prick in the arm. Be a savior of the world.

After vaccine I took fluids to bring the fever down.

Hopefully tomorrow I will be like myself again.

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NaPoWriMo prompt to write a sijo. Just got my second dose and not feeling so well.

After Vaccine

News Flash

WHO announces the end of pandemic

You do not have to wash your hands

or stay away from your friends

free to move throughout the country

and the world (with your vaccine card)

still be courteous and do not cough

or sneeze

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NaPoWriMo prompt on news I would like to see. Can’t think of anything more desirable than this.

News Flash

What Season is This?

What season is this

wear a mask for groceries

or you will get sick

What season is this

watch lawlessness on tv

in the name of change

What season is this

where travel is restricted

all over the world

What season is this

when people defy rule

to loot for big screen

What season is this

who saw Jesus statue fall

in mobocracy

What season is this

without fear of authority

that a way be made

What season is this

we stay away from people

end humanity

What season is this

worried for our liberties

while some hold rifle

What season is this

wayward disobedience

taunting the police

What season is this

welcome truthful dialogue

no taking of sides

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dVerse prompt to write a series of haiku — I am baffled by what is going on in the USA

What Season is This?

A Review of Groceries Delivered

Searching on the website

like going down each aisle

I want this— out of stock

I want chips— not a healthy choice

I want pantry foods— ones that keep

red lentils

split peas

garbanzo beans

make a soup— better than canned

make the order Sunday night

Monday 7 am

the joy of groceries delivered

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NaPoWriMo prompt to write a review. My experience with online grocery shopping. I miss going down the aisles of the grocery store but this will have to do.

A Review of Groceries Delivered

Dystopic Thinking

Dystopic thinking today

as I work in the garden, contemplating Voltaire.

How has education

brought me to this point

of doubting all that I know?

History is not repeating itself.

How can this pandemic

be compared to the Spanish Flu of 1918?

We know so much more but do little.

Communication is faster

so what is going on in Italy

I can know right now.

In Spain the same. Now the US.

But look at the geography.

Look at the size of countries

and compare it to US.

Italy is smaller than Washington State.

How can there be comparisons?

The one common factor is

that the disease spreads quickly.

Test- track-and isolate. Too late.

The microbe is loose.

By accident or design?

Nobody knows or somebody knows.

Maybe we will never know.

What we do know is

that staying home keeps us safe.

Not everyone can stay home

so in Italy

there are still new cases regardless of a lockdown.

People have to go out to get food.

Whole families die at home.

After a month of staying at home,

groceries delivered and sterilized,

no outside visits,

I can’t say that I am lonely or stir crazy.

I like to stay home.

But what would it be like without internet,

without the food supply,

without air conditioning and lights?

In the winter, what if there was no heat?

What if there was no gas

to keep the car going if I wanted to relocate,

live in the mountains, hunt for food?

Are we being tossed back

into the Neanderthal of life

or just a temporary bleep in the radar

of what we always thought was progress?

Too many questions and who cares

what the answer is.

I find answers to be too dystopic.

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NaPoWriMo prompt to write 20 minutes spontaneous writing and make it a poem.

Dystopic Thinking

Standstill

“No one left and no one came on the bare platform.” No one was going anywhere. The trains and planes had stopped running a week ago. All ground transportation halted by order of the government. Gas stations were closed. Truckers off for two weeks. This was a complete stand still. Fourteen days to clear the virus out of the system. Only one more week to go. One more week to make the food last; for the hospitals to unlock.

Plans were already going up for the restart. The grocery stores would open first, pharmacies second. People in close proximity to these places are lucky as they can walk. Public transportation would resume on the third day. Gas stations would open for delivery trucks only. Hospitals open, followed by churches. By the end of ten days, people can drive a car again. Back to normal.

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dVerse prompt for prose of 144 words using the sentence “No one left and no one came on the bare platform.” by Edward Thomas. Photo taken in Italy. This is a fantasy of how it could be if all transportation comes to a standstill including walking.

Standstill