A rōnin in the time of covid

A frenzied rider came.
Wrapped in violence
and what fear is.
Every step somehow
seemed farther away.
And everything was hidden.
Even the structure
of water and soil.
Still, I have shelter
in my private places.
Flesh retreats to
loving bones and
the magic words
of a rainbow
in someone’s sky.
There is no more doing
to be done here.
I think I will simply walk
and walk and walk on.

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