Northeast into New York
contemplating our mutual mortality.
Dreaming
while my lips are
pressed into
your chest
heaving
from the weight of it all.
Imagining
Persephone
as she rouses Spring
leaving yesterday’s grim death toll
censored for one more night.
Panting for one more evening
of sweet sweat
shivering ecstasy
as we bullet
beyond tomorrow.
Beyond this Pandemic and its many masks
as it tries to conceal
its fragile nature
elude our understanding
of the cure
but it can’t hide forever
from our intrepid study
or the enduring parade of Doctors and Nurses
that zip past the triage glass.
Or slip past our old normal
as it dissipates
into distant dissonance.
The train
still rumbling beneath us
as the Pullman races past
verdant green and
slows for the next challenge.
Our victorious optimism signaling
eliminating black moods
easing old worry
lifting the veil
on this
our brave new world.
© Cornelia DeDona 4/7/20/20
Corney Press 
I live in Detroit. Same here and it will get worst. New York city and Detroit are in trouble. I see bad days coming for us.
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Scary times, but am thinking we will get through this.
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