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Jul 2020
Suddenly, unanticipated, here it was.
Far away from most of us who, by our very
Nature, simply drift and rummage about in
Our own narrow spaces. But now we were greeted
By a virus, that locked us in as spring was awakened.

Put on masks, stay away from others, stay home.
Seemingly everything shut down: stores, churches,Doctors offices.
Thousands upon thousands getting sick, many died, more will die.
It’s hard to take any social creature and slam the door on them.
But there’s nothing else that can be done.

******* an moaning against this intrusive assault
Many screamed “Fake News”…
But the numbers jumped everywhere and everyday.
The news was endless in its presence about this virus.
Days on end just brought more illness and death.

This is no simple flu.

© 2020 Philip Mason
pwm02176
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pwm02176  76/M/Mid Maine coastal forests
(76/M/Mid Maine coastal forests)   
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