Poetry and love.
Mixed with cold mornings.
So much depends
on the instant memories.
The virus.
The dead and dying.
A night with you
holding its shape.
It all passes.
But what’s next?
Zen in a time of Covid
Poetry and love.
Mixed with cold mornings.
So much depends
on the instant memories.
The virus.
The dead and dying.
A night with you
holding its shape.
It all passes.
But what’s next?
A Wandering Poet 