However Long It Takes
Quarantined, you're stuck behind panes of glass,
depriving you of physical contact.
Goodbyes get exchanged like a fumbled pass,
sorta clumsy, putting on a brave act.
Ah, maw, we’ll visit you here on the grass
however long it takes, and that's a fact.
(Harrisham Rhyme)
04/20/2020
Each Letter Threads The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
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