Touch and smile’s on quarantine, you’re so much like me,
Your eyes smile unlike any others I’ve seen.
Strangers yes, but now, a strong sense of family,
Touch and smile’s on quarantine.
It’s been a while now, I’ve stayed in, remained unseen.
Dark brown eyes, dreadlocks hang, gloved and masked nurse Betty
Delights my soul as she pulls a vile of blood, machine
Readies it, and sends it to the laboratory.
Breathing shallow, the ventilator at fifteen
Breaths per minute, a Great Light basks me in its Glory.
Touch and smile’s on quarantine.
Gary Edward Geraci
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