The Writings of
Luke D Evans
short stories, poetry, and novels
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie."
“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.”
Robert A Heinlein
A Walk in the Time of Corona
spring's returned with storm clouds
over the peak. talk of quarantine
and isolation from everyone
but ourselves. corona i recall
is a crown, it's a ring around
the sun or other body
in the sky
the puppy knows nothing
of death rates or how we measure
success by failure. she is happy,
a little timid when the strangers
walk (six feet) past, and always curious.
she knows nothing of corona
tears or the desperation
in a time of blurred shifts
and bleary-eyed peers
my wife's grandpa passed
from weariness of life and
heart failure, but she can't see him
one last time. the bishop says so.
to cross state lines, to bring disease
that is already there
and other corona fears.
so we sit, we mourn. we adjust
kids play along the creek
and the puppy watches, ears up.
she is alert to potential dangers.
water is muddy with runoff
from last week's snowstorm.
it pours sandy brown over the weir
and we watch it, mere passersby.
warnings don't apply to us,
of flash floods in the tunnel
so we walk
as corona nears
god forbid we need
butter or bread
or ground beef, see
the corona leers i receive
with an extra loaf
for sandwiches. the roads
have cleared but the apocalypse waits
for no one they say but us.
it takes the destitute,
the weak, the unsheltered
as we crank into another corona
gear, perhaps shut up
in homes with nothing to amuse us
save life and love, we may yet
survive. some of us won't
and more if we don't, so we wait
with fingers clean and firmly pointing.
at the bridge, i watch the storm clouds
that obscure the rockies and wonder
if they too will come down
in this new corona year.
This one is a little more personal, expressing the range of emotion that comes with fostering, or perhaps raising children in general.
There are two threads here, that can be read separate (regular font and italics) or together. They make more sense separate, and that is also intentional.
These things don’t really make sense, not to us mere mortals, and the more threads we pull and voices that join in, the more confusing it can get. Sometimes, you just have to sit back and listen to the cacophony.
You might find harmony in it.
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