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Shelter In Place
April 28, 2020
Pandemic Poems Vol I
Remembering how the chickens
just pecked away
on barnyard ground
looking for morsels of food.
Mostly passed over grains
and stones
and nondescript stuff.
So now I am like a hen
pecking away
in my shelter in place apartment
looking for grains of tasks can do
While mostly passing over ground
Just pecking away
not going anywhere.
At the most just chuckling
nonsensical sounds.
Instead, wish I was a hawk
with wide wings
and a destination
to let me zoom into.
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