The virus has us locked down
And locked up.
The evening news and
the morning paper
bombard us with statistics
that are impossible to follow.
They’re punctuated by interviews
With victims —
Fellow travelers on our wounded planet.
Scenes of protest and violence
take us from boredom to hope to panic.
We wear our masks
And wash our hands,
We hope for a vaccine
and fear new dangers it may pose.
We’re an adaptable species.
Can we live with this
Virus determined new normal?
Is there a path to development,
Even if we can’t make it out?
July 30, 2020
poems for friends 
Thank you Harry, as always.
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I really like this one!
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Harry, I really like this poem!!!
Here’s one back atcha!
For the Friends of John Lewis
I’m starting to enjoy Gail King’s drab commentary about how she feels about every CBS news story I laugh out loud at the Progressive commercials about un-becoming your parents I don’t care about the latest gun shooting in my neighborhood I look up words like soucient and bereft What’s happening to me?
My friends and I write poems to each other. We are still living and touching and feeling. We are not saying goodbye to John Lewis. We are not building icons. We are not praising the past. My friends and I write poems to each other And continue the fight for voting rights. That’s our tribute to our friend John Lewis.
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Do you want me to post?
Would be tomorrow on blog and next day ion fb.
On Thu, Jul 30, 2020 at 8:14 AM poems for friends wrote:
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