World of Nora
Her name was Nora, she had not had a house since she was in her twenties.
Parents died, her money ran out, her emotional illness kept her in the streets.
She was not just content, she was happy. Her life was fine; she had friends.
She sang, danced, and played her days away. In the evenings she had a fire.
“Here’s our girl!” her friends said. They shared what they had, which was little.
It was more than enough. She did not worry about paying rent or utilities.
She felt sorry for those who worked eight hours a day to pay for empty houses.
She could not imagine a day without friendship, dancing, singing and play.
The Apocalypse is coming, someone said tonight as they stood by the fire.
They laughed.
Wondering why the suits wearing tennis shoes were wearing masks.
Are they all going to do surgery? Jett asked.
There was more laughter.
They did not know about the pandemic.
They were simply loving their lives.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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