The lady had a tape measure at the beach
seriously, that is how she is coping,
can you fault her
are you perfect
wearing one
or critical eye
while the world around us
does ponder
is it you, them, that one time, yesterday,
how many people if it’s me
can I count on one hand, maybe two,
or hundreds perhaps
it has been five months by now,
maybe weeks before, several days, one day
maybe only one person
that matters
love
© Thom Amundsen 7/2020
A quiet shadow
a new normal
remember the names
seemed abandoned souls
when in the cloud of our lives
their names forever
etched in our mind,
and now tonight
I gave pause to a moment
looked outside to see empty streets
an occasional walker,
sometime a couple hoping they together
might escape the nightmare
looms about us all indiscriminate
infectious –
we need this isolation
the loneliest of hearts
forced tonight, tomorrow,
in the shadows of sunlight
the misty tears of a rain,
always to live for ourselves,
to find peace in the mind
of our own stability,
for this is now tomorrow.
©Thom Amundsen 4/2020
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