I turned off …

 

I turned off the world,

stayed in pyjamas, 

watched telly, read 

a forgettable novel …

so far no repercussions.

Down with ...

Down with a virus

I miss her funeral,

not altogether sorry

to skip this latest.

All day at home

I think of her anyway,

and this evening 

text her son instead.

Sore throat ...

 

Sore throat, nausea. 

COVID? No.

But still I hermit.

She shows me ...

 

She shows me coasters 

and cheeseboards

she’s painted with flowers, 

then sealed. I gasp

at their beauty

She’s created a business

selling them, taking orders.

It grows by word of mouth.

She is my neighbour.

She’s 13.

I cut back ...

 

I cut back the geraniums 

burgeoning across the path 

— sadly.