A sudden turn in the weather, and noses begin to run…
rushing toward the nearest tissue
roaming the halls full of snot
remember a sneeze is no issue
recall a time without rot
While not an apocalyptic sign, new Covid cases arise…
Still we press on
Stunted in our recovery
Stalling for time, again and again
Stolen moments never regained
And yet, another week ends…
celebrate the small moments, when
civilization recalls its humane roots
certain it will revitalize again
citing long forgotten fruits
katydid calls
another Autumnal chill
in the air
for dVerse Poets’ Poetry Form: Traditional Mongolian Meter (pubtended by Grace)
Frank J. Tassone 
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