The history of Prosperous Snow written for the group Reminiscences
It was the shock of hearing the word
in association with someone that I knew personally!
The shock of coming face-to-face
with the Reaper's latest method of murder.
The shock of realizing that,
even this late in life,
death is still a frightening subject.
there was the uncertainty
of how I will greet you
the next time we meet.
Will I hug you as always,
or will I hold back
afraid of this virus
that inhibits your immune system?
Logic tells me
that a platonic hug
cannot spread the virus
from one person to another.
Poet's Note: ▼