Oxygen

Masks

I recognize a cultural motif
concerning breathing. Millions have awoke
to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief
of systematic bias. Victims spoke
forever who were muzzled and unheard,
now constrained to orate through a mask.
Compromised by virus or absurd
denying science, breath becomes a task.

I’m short of breath myself, but that’s because
I smoked too many years; I’m stupid/smart.
Ignoring symptoms, breaking natural laws,
my habits have impaired a vital part.
Of late I’m feeling, over and again,
the benefits of free-range oxygen.

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Disagreement

Amoxicillin

I seldom take prescription medicine,
but after recent implant surgery
(tooth number 4, for core titanium),
the dentist wrote up pain relief and more.
A 10-day course has been my regimen
of purple/pink Amoxicillin caps.
And I was well at first, but 6 days in,
digestion and the pills do not agree.
My burping tolerance is wearing thin.

(Magic 9)

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Tuesday

House Arrest

No customary habits can emerge
when custom changes every other day.
I heard we need no mask. Infection’s surge
then made the experts change the words they say.
First respiratory droplets brought the scourge –
they’re now suspecting aerosol array.
No longer are our days what we expect.
It’s Tuesday, right? At least that can be checked.

(Ottava Rima)

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Not Nearly November

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Some thought Coronavirus was a flu
like those we knew, and bound to hibernate
when our humidity and warming grew,
but summer’s here and illness won’t abate.

The optimists assert it’s like a cold,
and though our URI’s are not controlled,
they think directed research might prevail
to battle colds and COVID. Yet they fail.

In my opinion, both those views are wrong
(and lacking facts, opinion’s what I own;
it feels like all we have’s a big unknown).
I’ll cleave to science, reason, and a strong
aversion to pronouncements from a throne
(I wish it were November now, I groan).

(Pushkin Sonnet)

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Science Gets in the Way

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The journalists wanna rake over
the evidence Feds won’t make over.
But research is clear
tests would just interfere.
We can’t let the science take over.

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Humidity

Resealed

They say it doesn’t
flourish in humidity.
We’re blessed with damp air.

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Say Which?

Masks

The bug is new, and creatures who should lead
are aiming, if they have an aim, to block
emerging facts from notice. They impede
statistics, bury data. It would shock
us but our tolerance to stupid, bad
and venal is beyond absurdity.
Decisions we deplore and deem as mad
have burst the bounds of incredulity.

We know so little. Every clue we get
is masked or filtered like a nurse’s face.
We haven’t figured out prevention yet,
although we wash and hunker down in place,
and try to follow masking protocols
which won’t protect from viral aerosols.

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Benign Neglect

Bud

My garden attitude’s benign neglect;
I never went for soil on my hands
or stooping. I’m so old my neck is wrecked
from telephones and tension – I don’t need
to stress my knees and back as I’d expect
if I were to address each sprouting weed.
Now trapped at home, I notice and inspect
the buds of roses, where the frond expands,
and how the light is perfectly correct.

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Bad Spit

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The root canal and implant surgery,
my dental treatments during quarantine,
one necessary, one appropriate,
are why I ventured from the sanity
of home alone and comfortable hygiene
(the pain and symptoms weren’t counterfeit).
A hair salon I’d fain be going to,
and restaurants I miss would be my scene,
but I’m compelled in dental chairs to sit.
My mouth is weak. My problem’s owing to
bad spit.

(Curtal Sonnet)

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My Hermitage

House Arrest

My hermitage was built last century –
three score and sixteen years ago (they say,
who keep a file on the property).
Constructed as a guest house then, today
the Codes would not permit my place to be
so on-the-edge it’s just a wall away
from neighbors. Perfect privacy is worth
investing in my favorite spot on earth.

(Ottava Rima)

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