Under quarantine
an open door and other simplicities
give occasion to call a journey the way
but not as well as an ancient cellar
where we went down and drank fine rain
holding hands of cards lying together
with the only violin dead of the plague
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 8 October 1667.
Dave Bonta
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