Four Leaf Clover

Running in place
in an unending race
against a clock without a face
each in our own
sequestered space.
While we reduce
the company we keep,
four walls transform
into two as we sleep.
Contact with humans
to save us is scanty.
All the while
we take stock of our pantries.
From your life, a warm embrace might shave off minutes.
An extended hand is far off limits.
The spread of the virus might be in it.
But there is good news to spread
Spring, though subtle, is rearing its head.
Outdoors in nature, friendly smiles from afar
can take your world out of it’s own glass jar.
But please, four leaf clover,
the sooner the better,
let this King horror novel be over.

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