September Read Single →
City gates are shut.
The thoroughfares are quiet.
The pandemic threatens individual lives.
War is not over yet.
September —
friends, mates, lovers,
I long for them from a distance.
I converse with them from a distance.
From a distance I remember them.
September —
in an arid afternoon
I find myself alone, like a ghost.
In a flash I miss you.
I send metta to you;
may you be well,
from a distance.
