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Rona One-Nine

To the tune of Bryan Adam’s “Summer of ’69”

Got first word of some sickness
At the dawn of the sweet springtime
Told things were gonna get really hairy
‘Cause of something called COVID one-nine

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Poetry

You might see a face

Driving Highway 50 from my home
Six months in, feeling all alone
I’ve got an important duty to fill
But sometimes wish I could just take a pill
One that would take away the pain
Am I going insane?

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Poetry

Lily of the Valley

Grows lovely does she
The lily of the valley
Arching her blooming petals with luster
And stagnant I sag
Rotten to my root
Wilted and troddened down with shame

Pick me pick me
Don’t mow me over
Take me take me
Don’t throw me out
Plant me plant me
So I can grow again
The shovel’s in your hands

Blowing across the field
I catch wind of her scent
The fragrance lifts my spirits
And I wonder if she
Sees me beyond the weeds
Same field but rooted so far apart from love

Pick me pick me
Don’t mow me over
Take me take me
Don’t throw me out
Plant me plant me
So I can grow again
The shovel’s in your hands

A bee touches her
May it fly over me
Tell me the sweet taste of her nectar
And she’s blooming again
But I’m wilted as before
I can’t see her until someone revives me

Pick me pick me
Don’t mow me over
Take me take me
Don’t throw me out
Plant me plant me
So I can grow again
The shovel’s in your hands