Copyright April 12, 2020 by Robert M. Katzman
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During this Time of Virus
In solitary
Watching the sky
Hearing the silence
Clouds float by
Time floats by
I realize, at nearly seventy
There will never be a
Museum of my Life and Times
Like everybody else
I will evaporate
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by Robert M Katzman © April 1, 2020 (rewritten 2/27/23)
(Dedicated to a truly good and noble person, Bill Skeens, who inspired this poem)
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Desolation and Isolation
Staring through a window
From a quiet dim kitchen
Stocked with food against the abyss
I see the shining steel fan spinning
I see the cedar swing moving
In the cold spring wind
I see the red brick fireplace
Black with charred dead embers
Surrounded by logs and branches
But empty of the warmth of fire
I do so miss the people
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