Poetry of Issue #8        Page 62

The Fifth

I find solace next to a radio
playing a song
I know by heart.

My horoscope spoke truths
fear of an unknown future
loss of home, humanity.

Radio songs
sing me my troubles
caress me with melody.

It’s cold and rainy
the businessman announced,
“It’s the fifth week in solitude.

People will begin to crack.
Let’s incorporate a virtual happy hour.
Join in with the drink of your choice.”

  Linda Kleinbub