• Vilma Ginzberg

Shelter in place 2

I slog through my days

sisters indistinguishable

from each other


oneday thisday sameday

like day like day like day

once I thought I needed more time

now I thirst for why

as they march

like tin soldiers

across my empty calendar

I find solace

and time

in my garden

the real clock

where buds burst and petals fall

tender primrose leans against

the craggy bark

where birth and youth and age

and death unfold

in their stark and wondrously



© Vilma Olsvary Ginzberg, 5-5-2020

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