I wander through the plague 

Like I’ve got good sense

Like a goose 

I wake up in a new world every day

I gander at the ganders

And gosle the goslings

And continue to meander 

Along my way

Is this how it was

Back then

In the plague

I resort to nonsense like 

A lucky clover in a medicine bag

A simple vaccination 

Ring around the rosy

Pocket full of posy

I can’t smell anything 

Is this how it’s going to be

-jenn