Poetry of Issue #8 Page 74

Three months ago corona struck
the world shut down its hugs

the edict is six feet apart
the world shut down its hugs

everyone must wear a mask
the world shut down its hugs

even if you’re lonely
the world shut down its hugs

I gaze longingly at grandkids
I’m not allowed to hug

its social isolation
a world without its hugs

and mental hibernation
the world shut down its hugs.

Pam Laskin