Warm breezes finally waft over

A body locked in a long cool winter and spring

Eager to welcome the sun

A new day

But one fraught with endless anxiety

Fears, doubts

A virus one of thousands

Laying dormant

In our own bodies

Has woken now

Marauding the land

Scrambling powerful people

Once again convinced

Mother Nature can be tamed

Seek to slay this dragon of sickness

All that can really be hoped for

Is to allay the dreaded fatal predictions

Yesterday well maybe not yesterday

Headlines blared dire warnings

About drunk drivers, child abuse,

Unregulated firearms, Democrats, Republicans

Cancer, incurable diseases

Foregoing discussion of the good

Being done by people who just like yesterday

Are sacrificing themselves for others

And always will

For truly they are always with us,

Have always been with us

The happenstance of life

The joys and sorrows

Our inheritance

The good and evil

Of our lives

Could be our personal autobiography

“One Person’s Battle Against the Vagaries of Life”

FXC 3/29/2020

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Don’t often have Jesse with me

Three years old, cute blond,

Another one who calls me PaPa

Needed to get my protyme checked

Look it up

A five minute procedure

But one with Jesse in tow took 10

Well actually she is not Jesse

But seemigly evey woman who saw her knew who she was

Dressed in a cowgirl outfit, which I had not even noticed

A mirror image of a character from ‘Toy Story’

‘Toy Story’, I saw ‘Toy Story, 1,2,3,4’

Don’t rmember a Jesse

Is there some chathartic clarvoyance missing in men

A three year old walks in a room and all eyes turn

She knows it and slows to pose

Being acknowledged for whom she purports to be, Jesse

What is that mental imagery that exists between women

Know now best to just move on

Yet even getting off the elevator, another arriving patient

Spies my tag along

Greets her with ‘Jesse’

Need to take my chances with getting out the door

With my girl

Frank X Cameron 5/6/2020

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Goodbyes were said with hugs and a kiss

You off to share your support with family

A distant city requiring a fairly long flight

Four days the time frame

Instructions had been given

Tasks assigned

Projects that had stymied for years

It was now assumed

Would be completed by a lost sheep

With no shepherd in sight

The schedule was imposing and at least daunting

Each morning with coffee brewing

A list was generated of goals to be accomplished

Four days now seemed like minutes or eternity

Paralyzed knowing that in 50 years this responsibility

Had never been all mine

Yet now before the airplane door closed

I was left with one more request

Make sure you take our antique chairs to be priced for sale

The door was closed before I could even process in my mind

All the antique chairs we have owned over the years

Which chairs, which chairs

My tears as you left were a mixture

Of sadness and confusion

Quite sure your return

Will nonetheless elicit joy if not relief

Just glad to once again share

Our meandering possessions

Frank X Cameron 3/2/2020

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