Read about people going shopping
during the pandemic,
buying books, bed sheets,
discounted Christmas wrapping paper,
as if those were a measure of survival,
while I watch the same naked birch
as last year, knowing the leaves
will return, only to fall again,
and our footprints in the snow
might melt or fill back in,
reminding me of how kissing can thaw
or become frigid – the sky, dull
as a paint job we put off for another year.
Richard LeDue (he/him) was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives with his wife and son in Norway House, Manitoba. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2020, and more work is forthcoming throughout 2021. His chapbook, The Loneliest Age, was released in October 2020 from Kelsay Books.