Durable People (a poem)

we are durable people

roughing thru pandemics,

storms, & various other

upheavals toppling

societal norms

the breaking point

must come sooner

rather than later

when frozen pipes,

price gougers, &

relentless deliriums

make folks show

true stripes

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Wearing my Mask (a poem)

I don’t mind wearing a mask, do you?

It’s a symbol of safety, respect for others

our brothers + sisters living in this crazy world

boys + girls just wanting peace

something to eat

shelter from the storm

born in this age of COVID + conflict –

we rest in our bubbles, away from the troubles

I smile at you behind my mask

you see my eyes bright, hopeful

you know I love you.

(Photo by Mika Baumeister on Unsplash)