Left Turn

November 2020

"Leave the house, going left, left for my daily walk, all that we’re allowed now. Trip over a sleeping dog, though it wasn’t sleeping. More like: lying-in-wait. Stumble, regain posture, upright again, kick at dog but it’s left. Have no idea what day it is. Lost track last week, or perhaps last month.”

A brief meditation on the Covid-19 world, published by Rue Scribe in the US, an online journal for small literature.