Saturday June 6th, 2020

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about something that is: distant.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Malta is acting almost like it's re-opened at the moment. The gym's are open again, and so far they're good: plenty of precautions and most people are too lazy to go anyway, so they're empty enough to feel safe as well. I'm hoping that the natural Maltese inclination to not do anything strenuous in the brutally hot summer keeps them empty for me for now too!

Distant
Home is distant and the hospital less so,
And if she knows Red… well, she’s sure he’s not sleeping.
She summons an Uber and curls up in the back,
Plans tucked into her jeans for safe-keeping.

Marc said...

Greg - hah, nice. I'm still working out at home but I have started going for bike rides on Saturday mornings. BC has done very well overall though - our top doctor even got a feature in the New York Times last week for the job she's done.

Things are slowly reopening, and I'm starting to look at returning to work myself. Talking with my doctor tomorrow to see what she thinks.

Oooh. Oooh. I like this. Lots and lots. And not just because we seem to be in for a return to Red.