Faced with the Viral Blight
that people of Earth endure
myself included
and despite my stroke
of 4 weeks ago
(I like the digit 4 better than
the digit 1 because one month
sounds too short)
and the problem with my left
eye that is kept postponed
from visiting my doctor
on account of the same virus
I decide to put all on paper.
Before sitting at the PC
I make an eye patch with
a long strip of soft fabric
from my wife's carefully
torn T-shirt. Stretching
the elastic fabric over
my head I put it on
and say we haven't been
this close for some time
and not only because
of the damn virus.
I don't mind it's only
one eye that benefits
from our proxy contact.
It's also the virtual
thought.
From my mouth to God's
ear may this become reality.
~~~
Alex Nodopaka © April 2020
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