her alarm clock is not set
still every morning her eyes open
she envisions other people
lying in bed like her & hopin’
that today is the day
they will turn on the TV
to a news anchor announcing
that the world is virus-free
although she is not hungry
she eats some bacon & cheese toast
silently she says grace first
aware that she has more than most
a solid roof above her head
clean hot water as she showers
books to read & films to watch
to help her while away the hours
she even has a private
tiny, outdoor space
where she stands surrounded by flowers
sun on her head & wind in her face
the indoors & the outdoors
she freely bounces in between
waiting for the miracle
that will end this quarantine
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