A little “Good morning” left
by a sweet friend with a simple
note reminding me to “smile” —
and I did, a huge grin, gratitude
spreading across my cheeks,
my heart singing and adding
a lift to my alone-again workday.
These vibrant pick petals
with a center explosion of yellow,
tiny sparks like fireworks,
bring me such joy.
We sometimes slog in this new
world of separating and disinfecting,
masking and distancing; a sneeze
or cough might get us banned
from a public meeting,
but we are together in our isolation,
confused but trying to understand
how our world could change
so quickly. Holdfast; there are
ways to remain grounded,
like this gift of flowers
left with love from another
wanting to remind me
we are not alone in this.
—C.L. Fisher, Memorial Day 2020
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