The Appointment

It came to pass on day three thirty two
of lockdown. Someone jabbed my upper arm.
Although I thought no shot would fix this flu,
and harbored doubts about the speed and tests,
as soon as my appointed time came through,
I felt my stress reduce. I still believe
we’re broken and more virus will ensue,
but scheduling vaccine was like a charm
that turned my head and edited my view.

(Magic 9)

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