Covider

A covider,
She ambles
Through a grocery
Store her mask below her
Nose as she handles fruit then
Puts it back coughs wipes her nose
With her ungloved hand touching
Purple greens cilantro sage any
Thing on the shelves as she is
Lost in her inner world a new
Covider of the virus who is
Not willing to share any
Thing but her germs
Unaware of what a
Danger she is I
Only wish she
Gets to meet
Mr. Right if
He is also
A covider
Just for
Her.
I imagine
Her in her warm
Evening bath praying
Please God send me a man.
Put him into the game
Lord, send him in as
Covider to this
Delicate if a
Bit damp
Flower.
Let
Them
Go forth
And multiply
The covid-19 virus
Until herd immunity
And the riders of
The purple sage
Gentle them
Down but
Wash up
Your arugula
Just to be sure.