Tag Archives: Coronaverse

Solo Practice

Posted on October 13, 2022 by sputterpub

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 … Continue reading →

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Inadvertent Pruning

Posted on October 12, 2022 by sputterpub

The good news is my Covid’s not severe. The bad is I still have to isolate. And yesterday the gardener worked back here, and as he used his shears to amputate wisteria that shot above the gate, he cut the … Continue reading →

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Covid Day One

Posted on October 11, 2022 by sputterpub

I noticed yesterday a dearth of pep. I pushed through morning exercise but felt no better, no relief. With staggered step I stood and surveyed me, and then I dealt with diagnosis — did a Covid test, and read the … Continue reading →

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Stupid Moves

Posted on September 27, 2022 by sputterpub

Coronavirus sent me to my room,of course increasing time alone for me.I got away sometimes, or met by Zoomand FaceTime, but there were more hours freefor solitaire – I went from one to threea day, amassing undefeated streaks.I learned to … Continue reading →

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No Visiting Yet

Posted on September 22, 2022 by sputterpub

A week ago, she tested positive,and instantly went into careful mode.Of course she wants her family to livewithout infection. Leaving her abode,she camped inside the cottage while she rodeout symptoms. She improved to almost fine.They kept on testing and nobody … Continue reading →

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Idling

Posted on September 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The residence where I spend timeis hosting Covid for some days,so I elect to pen this rhymeinstead of finding other waysto afternoon without malaise,like doing wash or cleaning home.I’d rather seek a metered phrase.I’ll sit right here and write this … Continue reading →

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Lucky Ducking

Posted on September 16, 2022 by sputterpub

Okay so far, and marveling. It’s clearwe all feel well, and that’s a bit bizarre.Her test is positive, but we appearokay so far. We’re careful but we left the door ajar.At four events we’ve been exposed this year.We may not … Continue reading →

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Infiltration

Posted on September 15, 2022 by sputterpub

The group I know who took the greatest careto keep the virus out, has been beset.They always wear their masks and don’t forgetto sanitize when they go anywhere.So far just one of four is testing yes,and isolating at the same … Continue reading →

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900 Days Ago

Posted on September 6, 2022 by sputterpub

The first few weeks of endless quarantine,when all stayed home and no one knew the score,although we feared, nobody acted mean. The freeways with no traffic were serene,and aisles were near-empty at the store,the first few weeks of endless quarantine. … Continue reading →

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Mask Alert

Posted on September 2, 2022 by sputterpub

The buses still require masking here,and most of them will give you one for free.But there’s no substitute for bearing gear;at end of day, they make no guaranteeyour bus will have one left – uncivillytoo many take too many and … Continue reading →

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