Touch And Distance

The value of one's buttocks
Has never been in it's use
But its disuse
When a hot boil rests
In between the bumps
The owner of the "seats"
Cries recalling when s/he last sat

Touching
A social bond
Has not been in fashion
When it needed the cushion
BUT with Covid-19
We find social distance
And familial touches
A rarity and a MUST

Let Corona go
Learn to value sanity
Sanitize
Value relationships

Denis Barasa
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