How will I remember quarantine?
By the shopping trips I didn’t take.
The concerts not attended.
The restaurants avoided.
Or what I did instead?
Call a cousin not seen in years. Bake
banana bread. Paint the bedroom pink.
Garden. Hike. Read. Sleep past 8 a.m.
Snuggle with an old man statistically
at risk to be gone in the next decade
whether he catches the virus or not.
Wonder if I inhaled each breath
with the honor it deserved.
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