My Dog Died

My dog died
just before February leaped,
leaped into a pandemic.

I went to France
just before March crept,
crept into a crisis.

I returned home
just before time slowed,
slowed for everyone.

I sit here now
going nowhere fast,
keeping all distant,

and mourn for a world
that seemed to stop
when my dog died.

One thought on “My Dog Died

  1. Sorry to hear about your dog! Also, I need to apologize for my inappropriate emoji last week in response to your tale of frustration about getting back through US customs at Dulles. It was maybe a day or two later that I read a WaPo column about how stupid it was for you-know-who to block all flights from Europe without giving airports a heads up and time to prepare for the onslaught of travelers. Then MSNBC had a clip on the pile-ups at airports being the absolutely worst environments for trying to limit virus infections. You and Woody should not have had to endure that! I pray now for your health and well-being, and look forward to seeing you in the near future. We are due to return from paradise on 3/26.

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