Where We Went

Like dominos cascading one by one,
our socializing plans are toppled now.
That party organized to be such fun
is cancelled, and our prudence won’t allow
me on a plane until this surge has run
its course, until it’s safe to mass somehow.
We found a country cabin we could rent.
For half a week, that’s where my bubble went.

(Ottava Rima)

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