Deja Dread

Approaching 2020 from two years
beyond that now, reviewing verse from then,
I cringe because I know Covid appears
within a month, to shorten lives of men
and women, narrow presents, foment fears,
to make of every habitat a pen.
And though I’ve written daily since that time,
I’m dreading editing most every rhyme.

(Ottava Rima)

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