Covid
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Charli Sephton, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2021
Everything is back to normal. Almost.
I can still sense its lingering ghost.
Moments ago, it was everywhere.
Dancing in the sticky air.
A constant joke you aren’t supposed to laugh at.
Dirt that was never meant to be swept under the mat.
It is now a dying breeze, captured in the swaying trees.
It now has an empty aura, left with a longing for drama.
Punctuated with awkward laughs, with crystal memory like photographs.
We were hurt, bruised and burnt, by its jitterish flame of disease, engulfing our helpless world with ease.
We hope never to see it again, like watching the sun shove away daunting rain.
But we have nothing to worry about, we’ve had our curing dose.
Because everything is back to normal. Almost.