Hope in the Time of Coronavirus (Poem)

I sit
in silence
in this sanctuary;
the sounds
of sniffles
make me suspicious.

Beneath
the busy-ness
of my brain,
the beat,
or beats,
of my heart beckon.

The sound
of sparrows
outside this space,
all sing,
all say,
Hope is an eternal spring.

by Anton Flores-Maisonet

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