Each morning I lock myself in my room…
writing room, I mean…strange since I live alone
in a townhouse…but I write or use Zoom
to mainly listen to people I’ve known
only from the neck up…pandemic’s
pressure keeping me locked in…a felon
for surviving…my solitude a trick
of the Muse…my computer companion
for life it seems…our mute vow a marriage
of convenience…Sometimes I write poems
in calligraphy…when Cambria’s age
or Times Roman’s face won’t do…often some
intimate words imaging life’s sweet romance…
curling and curving…like two lovers who dance…
Roger Armbrust
August 2, 2020
