Do Delight

Oh, but do

Do delight in home

And wrap a tattered blanket

Over tense shoulders

And run the loose threads

Through your fingers

Remembering the picnic

Blanket caught in a bramble.

The way the trees caught the laughter

And sent it skyward with uplifted boughs.

Virus, virus

But there’s the teapot whistling

And in every book is a door

To worlds unmasked, undistanced

Livable.

Bake that bread that your hands know

Strike light to wick and let

Softer colors throw back the shadows

Do delight, find light, fight.

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