Social Distancing March to April— a poem

Ventured out to the grocer, A day four weeks past; Always responsible, Muzzled in a face mask. ~ I saw no single soul With a face-covering. Which is meaningless; Because I couldn't see a thing. ~ This is an understatement: I was discomposed. While my glasses fogged up. Hell’s fire burned in my nose ~ … Continue reading Social Distancing March to April— a poem