Monday, March 23, 2020

Distance Greetings

Sunday, and I overturn dirt,
disrupt the wormy darkness
of this spring isolation,
when a stranger bicycles past
carrying a candelabra
of hello, how are you,
I’m just fine,
thank you.

1 comment:

Fireblossom said...

Short, sharp (like the scent of turned earth), engaging, perfect.