The Virus Is the Clock

The virus is the clock
we’ve learned
struggling to do our part

While others
like schoolyard bullies
calculate what they’ll do
with nobody watching

But now is different
with clock-watchers
following rules
of both charlatans and saints

When breaking them 
means vainglorious achievement
in running out the clock
or that we’re out of time

For Friday Flash 55 offered by Joy at Verse Escape



Close your eyes
for messages
at doors locked
against heart-sick
pinking from grey


Some Kind of Legacy

is your inheritance
nothing valuable
or all that interesting
unfinished poems
scrawled in ballpoint
stash of coffee beans
frozen vegetables
in case of emergency
your own drawings 
on paper scraps
and placemats
handmade greeting cards
from every occasion
all of your baby teeth
how to hear birdsong
listen to trees
and for catch of breath
indicating shock
or deep disappointment
In the end I hope
you find there is value
in kindness
and all the love

For Kerry’s March word list @skyloverpoetry on Instagram
Reminder that I am also there @runawaysentence