Saturday, April 18, 2020

Poor Unhouseled Soul

Walked to Target yesterday,
although the days are fading into one another.
But I couldn’t go in anyway—
had to stay
at least twenty-five feet away
both yesterday and today.
I’ve just seen a face
I can’t forget the time or
place. I couldn’t go in anyway,
but we met a thousand days
ago. Your face looks like my mother’s
face in my memory today


as I walk to Target. But, of course, we can’t be near
one another now because of covid—
which takes vicinity away,
we’ll see about eternity.
Hoping all our good times are not over.
Walked to Target yesterday.
Can’t go in anywhere.