Where am I
I do not know

Our fences are useless
The unseen enemy
Slips by
When we hold hands

The world itself is cold
It grates against me
I need ‘together’

I greeted a friend
She backed away
It stung
She was the one who cared

The unseen enemy
Cares not about friends
Its law is survival

No. Social distancing
At least we can smile
But I am fearful

By Marion Harcourt

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