Coming unmasked

The best of times
Lie ahead
Those for which
We have been waiting
Anxiously
In the days that follow
The months that come
When we are virus free
And untroubled
After this plague
Passes us by
Without cutting short our days
When this menace
Lets go its grip
And finally rests

Will it be days of wine
And bouquets of roses
Tinted glasses
And Corona the beer?
Will we dance
Kiss
And share meals
At a safe distance
Or will we throw our masks
Into the sky
Celebrating survival
Joining hands
Kicking up our heels
Wrapping arms around each other
While tossing caution
And tremors
To the winds?




















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