Fear and Sadness (HA 67 Decima)

House Arrest

I watched a loved one hunker down
as soon as house arrest began,
embracing a pandemic plan
in black-and-white (and shades of brown),
amassing safety with a frown
while reading stats of dire news.
His rigid views did not excuse
an unmasked face, an ungloved hand.
I don’t think he can understand:
unbroken fear produces blues.

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