From out of nowhere they pop up,
The highways and the byways;
I-70 and 79 heading north to Erie,
And Sligo Avenue to Silver Spring.
My car’s with friends back home,
And I’m wheel-less in India.
When will this virus disappear,
And normalcy return, I wonder?
But I’m no hurry here
In Shillong, my Shangri-La,
The balmy spring and the warblers,
Buzzing bees in a myriad of blooms.
Heard the Subaru won’t start—
Funny, the battery cracked first.
Abie Alexander
© April 25, 2020
Battered Memories
Let the virus not go away so soon; else, we’ll miss such memories!
Thank you, Dulal! You are kind.
Well thought of. Well written!
Thank you, Bah Edward. You are only a few miles away, but, with the lockdown, we haven’t met yet on this trip. Thanks for reading and commenting. Khublei!