Pandemic Poetry

RUN

In a time of disease and social distancing,

the seven-gated city cowers in fear...

I RUN.

Like a rabbit

at the toothy end of a fox,

up the house-cramped streets

with fire in my calves,

JOSTLES

My right arm

cradles an empty clay jar that

SLIPS

SLIPS

as I move

JOSTLES

My right arm

cradles an empty clay jar that

SLIPS

SLIPS

as I move

RUN.

And I Run.

And I Run.

I

AND

And I Run.

RUN.

And I Run.

And I Run.

I

AND

And I Run.

RUN.

And I Run.

And I Run.

I

AND

And I Run.

RUN.

And I Run.

And I Run.

I

AND

And I Run.