Love in Isolation

While a deadly stalking coronavirus

Silently crept thru springtime shadows

Preparing to grasp the breath from us,

Medically isolated in lonely boroughs,

For fourteen days she risked her life

Going store to store while social distancing

To find her husband's Beefsteak Rye

His favorite for sandwich making.

Greater love hath no woman than this
To hunt and gather in jungles of germs
Pushing wobbling carts through deadly mists
Until long-empty shelves were reaffirmed. 

Mourning

The raindrops fell in waves
Sometimes gentle spaced by time
Othertimes drenching downpours
So overwhelming as to block
The view across the street.
The water so thick, the road ahead
Seemed blurry and dark.
Mental windshield wipers
Delayed, continuous, high speed
Flapping to restore normalcy
Removing the salty symptoms of
Unwanted weather from public view.
But once overwhelmed, it seemed best
To turn them off and wait out the storm.