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After the pandemic, it’s natural to come out of hiding
to share wine with friends at a photography opening
to hug and greet one another after years of trepidation
to see faces and smiles and to hear that delicious laughter of life
to be reminded that this is the stuff that makes all the toil worth it
to gather, to enjoy art together, to see depictions of our 600-year-old oak
that has lived through the Spanish Influenza and so much more during its time on this earth
and is still standing, as our photos show, from spring to summer and covered in snow.
Later the sniffles start, sore throats appear, and the slow headaches emerge.
It cannot be. It cannot be. Allergies, yes, sinuses, of course, but no, not that, not again.
The test shows the faintest line of positivity… and all doubt disappears.
Another person from the group becomes ill, and another, and another.
Once more we find ourselves communicating via text, email, or Facebook Messenger
sharing our lives in the most unnatural way possible once more.
Renee Williams is a retired English professor, who has written for Of Rust and Glass, Alien Buddha Press, and Fevers of the Mind.
