Three weeks to the day

A new season upon us

Wildflowers bloom

To the blended notes of birdsong

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As I wait in the clinic, double-masked

An elderly man walks in.

To the nurse’s question,

“Have you been recently tested for COVID?”

He replies he doesn’t know anything about it …

He’s in only for blood work

A phlebotomist-in-training fetches me

Has trouble saying my name

The tourniquet is too taut, the poke sharp

I’m glad it’s done

All along, I sanitize

my hands repeatedly

I see the elderly man

walk out wearing a smile

I think to myself:

What if there was no such thing as COVID?

The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Tuesday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at