Bubble Stretch

The bubble didn’t burst, but it increased
in volume, now that Omicron has dipped –
it made a little room for me at least.
They took a test and masks and, so equipped,
they drove to my address and then released
the hugs our recent isolation stripped
from us. We got together, face to face.
I have my buddies back in my embrace.

(Ottava Rima)

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