Poem: Corona Virus Boogie

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Corona Virus Boogie

I will wash my hands,
do my due diligence,
watch the news.

But I have danced close to death
a few times before,
and always emerged

with the most beautiful scars,

and the assurance that I am not dead
until I am dead and that the end
is rarely as close as we imagine.

About this poem

I am not pooh-poohing the current medical emergency. It is serious and I recognize that. But because of the messy life I have lived and almost lost a few times, the whole panic thing is just not something I do well anymore.

A messy life has its advantages.

Tom

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