This red flower from a late winter bulb scorns the outside world today as springtime blooms naturally without a care; but we, The People, sit and stare out our home windows wondering where the evil menace lurks from inside decorated doors; we are reading and listening now to all the world’s news in united paranoia on the couch or kitchen table with a cookie in our mouth, or in our beds staring lost into space not knowing the day, and hoping to escape the unseen in our midst by doing our part to smite this devil virus down its curve using alcohol wipes, cotton masks, and 6 feet apart. And have you heard the president talk each night to assure We the People that already (can you believe?) our Almighty land is on its way to healing despite the missing peak on the charts which is really to say getting outside those decorated doors to turn the money machines back on which has some truth to it despite its source, and thanks to all the healthcare workers, first-responders, bus drivers and grocery store employees, etc. for trying to help; but we all still have our own fate.
Ava Hypatia
April 12, 2020
Ava Hypatia
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