By Sarah Henry
PROMPT — During COVID-19 ...
At a museum,
the guard said
I had beautiful hair.
The color and curl
were natural.
That was before
the virus struck
and doors of salons
and museums shut.
The guard fled
to the safety of
her home. I fled
to my home also,
a castle defended
by frozen food
and the internet.
Now, I crack open
a high window
to view the outside
world while my
hair grows longer
and longer. I hope
a knight arrives
in all his glory,
and brings me
a strong vaccine.
The castle seems
smaller and smaller.
Sarah Henry studied with two former U.S. poet laureates at the University of Virginia. Today she is retired from a newspaper. Her poems have been published internationally in numerous print and online journals. Sarah lives and writes in a small Pennsylvania town.
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