March Thoughts

By RJ Palmer

Featured art: Boy Baking Bread by Hablot Knight Browne

The streets are empty, our campus closed, Stores closed too, buy online gift cards if you please, At least then there’s the eventual dream To fill the space in between empty shelves.

Well, that's not entirely true,

Cars still run on steaming streets in sparser herds, Take-outs open, just don’t linger, just go home, The international isle wasn’t hit too hard Except for the rice, boxes of matzah stood. No eggs remained, even the duck and quail, Guess meringue will wait for better days,

A drive thru test was set up at school, Nobody knows what the real numbers are, Nobody knows where it could be, So we sit and wait, the door a safe prison, Each day a news alert, each one more stress July or maybe August seems like the end,

I think this means I can’t leave town, Or maybe that I should ration trips out, Like eggs and beans and the last two lemons, Going home through text rather than tire, I meant to mow the lawn last time. At least pruning got done, and bread baked. Guess Mom and Dad will have to wait.

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RJ Palmer (he/him) is a current Classics student and tutor at the University of North Carolina at Asheville from Mooresville, North Carolina. He will be going to the University of Kentucky for his masters degree in the fall. In his free time he enjoys weaving, baking, hiking, woodworking and reading high fantasy and poetry.