The Winter of 22

The snow it fell with a vengeance… It was the winter of 22.

With the frozen and the huddled; somehow your thoughts got through.

I tested positive for the Covid, just when work said to return.

Made some plans, to hear God laugh and to feel the fever burn.

They locked me down in Quarantine. The mail it got through.

Said that more bad news is on the way, in the winter of 22.

I fed my kid, I fed myself, I sat down and had a tea.

She is playing mine craft there; and I am writing furiously.

Dennis Mantin

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