poetry

whistling in the dark

whistling in the dark

the wind whistles around the cabin corners
and I am put at ease
by the warmth and crackle
of the cheery fire

the virus whistles around the wide world
and we are calm
here at the end of the quiet dirt road
knowing it could find a crack any time
hoping that four stout walls
are enough to keep our minds steady

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