Often my thoughts wander into melancholy on my back patio.

Often my thoughts wander into melancholy on my back patio.
The bond between brothers is strengthened in the time of COVID.
The rain just keeps falling here in Misawa.
I love the sound of a distant train whistle.
Skipping Mother’s Day
I wrote this haikuchain poem on Easter morning.
With the state of the world as it is, I find my self in limbo.
The Tale of COVID-19 and what it has done to us.
A solitary walk down a lonely hospital corridor.
One Mask: A COVID-19 Tale.