Solo Practice

Nine hundred thirty days would pass, from when
the lockdown was initiated here
to testing positive myself, and then
retreating into solo atmosphere.
My arms are closed, and won’t expand again
until the little Covid test is clear.
I hoped I might forever dodge this flu —
nine hundred days have taught me what to do.

(Ottava Rima)

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