Shawn L. Bird

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poem-letter from the war office November 25, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 am
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The first message is a head’s up.

Someone in the building has tested Covid positive and is off to quarantine.

“You will be contacted by an official in the health authority is there is potential that you were in contact with someone while they were contagious. Carry on until then.”

Potential: having or showing the capacity to become or develop into something in the future.

You know, like how two people in a building have the potential to pass one another, greet one another, use the same facilities, sit in the same chairs, use the same keyboards, sit next to one another at lunch, even though you don’t know them and they don’t know you. You’d identify them how?

I think the more accurate message would be “You will be contacted by an official in the health authority is there is likelihood that you were in sustained contact with someone while they were contagious.”

Let’s be real. Potential is everywhere. Give us the hope of less likelihood!

Several hundred people wait in our masks with bated breath, wondering who will be the ‘lucky’ winner of a lottery worthy of Shirley Jackson.

Pandemic adventures as we attempt to surf the second wave.


poem-chance September 26, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:44 pm
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I bought my chance,

pocketed the ticket and imagined.

Studied local real estate listings

picked out the house,

Sent the note to hubby with the link:

When we win, can I buy this?

He said, I’m surprised you like that fake rock wall.

I said, At 3.5 million the rock isn’t fake.

I still hadn’t figured out which room will be my office,

where I’ll install the dozen book cases.

But when the numbers came up

some guy in Brampton

had taken my 60 million pieces of a dream.

so all my planning was for naught;

I guess for now I’ll have to be content

with what I’ve got.




Hubby approved the location, despite the rock wall.  Here’s the house that won’t be mine:  (Not very common, I must say!)


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