Covid Morning

Covid Morning

A Poem by p lawrence

Living with the virus.


Sheets splashed with shafts of sunlight,

now dried and wrinkled after the soaking night.

I find the notch of the window and creak it open.

My face pressed against the screen, the metal pores

leave tiny squares against my cheek as I lean

for a consoling spring.

Senses tickled, I stretch wide, forgetful,

relieved by the coolness, until

I am retuned to the fear that lingers.

© 2020 p lawrence

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Added on May 2, 2020
Last Updated on May 2, 2020
Tags: coronavirus, life, health, fear, time


p lawrence
p lawrence


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