Poem #9

cottage blues

here i sit in this sweet little cottage
perfectly tucked away from the rest of the world
the lethargy will be evident by noon
from all the daytime meetings on zoom
so strange the firefly with his dull light
still wants to fly around the room
when the street is treelined on both sides
but he prefers the heat
inside my little room
and i don’t mind his company
as i make my morning porridge
he is the only one i will let in
without a mask

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