
Which sense makes the most sense For me to focus on today? Should I smell the earth after the Much-needed rain?

What about the sight of children Playing separately apart Unsure of whether they can touch Or not. Should I listen for the doorbell Even though no one can visit? Damn this cursed virus Robbing me of guests.

I could touch the beach sand Let it drift through my fingers Warmed by the sun But it’s fenced off for safety. Shall I breathe in the scent of you Oh, I forgot I can’t You are missing from the earth Now and forever.

Reva,
This is beautiful and poignant. Thank you.
Linda
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Lovely and poignant, Reva!
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Lovely, Reva.
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