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Covid Field Notes

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Strange days
Isolation
Canned food
To maintain a budget.

Day and night
Sleep and wake
No longer match
No longer matter.

Too much T.V.
Too much bad news
Too much racism
Too much.

Eyes behind masks
Breath behind
Masks required
Where is my mask?

'Help Wanted' sign
Could use the money
If only the potential penalty
Wasn't death.

Introspection, forced introversion
Walk alone, think alone
Sleep alone, eat alone
Every day, alone, alone.

In three weeks, it will be over.
In three months, it will be over.
Someday, it will be over.
10;180,000 dead, and it's not nearly over.

Fhyre Phoenix

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