Reality fractures

Poems in the time of Corona

Reality fractures

                      I shower

                      and switch on the news.

A virus is spreading,
they say.

                      My coffee tastes good;
                      it's a fine day to write a poem.

You must stay at home,
they say.

                      It'll be a poignant piece
                      about a dog who passed away.

We have no supplies,
they say.

                      No, maybe that's too sad;
                      I'll be surprisingly funny in verse.

The doctors are sick,
they say.

                      A pangolin would be novel;
                      koalas are chic these days.

There's no time to bury the dead,
they say.

                      So now I'm searching
                      for a rhyme for marsupial.




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