Covid19 And Liquid Amber Seedballs Poem by Renee Marie

Seedballs fallen from a Liquid Amber tree
lie scattered brown prickly spheres ignite delight

I gather and fill a one-gallon Ziploc bag
Some prick me poking through with infectious hope of escape
I surmise.

COVID19 closes our campus in March
I remember my bag of sequestered seedballs
They resemble the microscopic Virus
which now sequesters me

We cautiously unite these prickly seedballs and I
to make peace
to make art