A Corsair Named COVID

By Patricia Hernon

There was a man
Who wrote stories -
Every day his wife
Of thirty years
Would come into his study
And natter
About mundane matters

Trying -
To get his attention
A little recognition
Some regard -
But he would ignore
Her attempts
At closeness
And intimacy

One morning
He Yelled
You are smothering me
Give me some space."

That same day
A furtive and stealthy thief
Invisible . . . Undetectable . . . veiled
Came to visit

Today he longs for her touch
Reaches out -
Into empty Space


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