The Custom of Shaking Hands

Pandemic Poetry

Jay Sizemore

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Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

That was the year they stopped shaking hands,
the year the porch lights turned green
across the neighborhoods and backstreets
of Kentucky, and someone left roses
on the banks of the Green River
in remembrance of John Prine,
the troubadour of the common man.

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Jay Sizemore

Provocative truth teller, author of APNEA & Ignore the Dead. Cat dad. Dog dad. Husband. Currently working from Portland, Oregon. Learn more at: Jaysizemore.com.