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 To Do Today - Isolated 

Restless beings, creative folk

remain home with little to do,

but deeply think,

and  think we will 

about our lousy leadership,

about ugly death..

For the lack of sweet air flowing into 

Your moist lungs.

Something so elemental 

you first began the practice at birth,

assuming it would always  

be there for you, like food and water.

Your reckoning,
your crushing sore realization
stymies you  
as you wince at that harsh  

probability. 

  

  Covid Haiku. 

The nasty virus 

cares not your party choice

Just your fortitude.