I couldn’t leave the house today
to do my daily tasks.
I had to stop and run a load.
I had no clean COVID masks!
I couldn’t leave the house today
to do my daily tasks.
I had to stop and run a load.
I had no clean COVID masks!
Today I thought of purple hills, of windswept plains, and daffodils.
Today I thought of summer rain, with droplets on the windowpane.
Today I thought of childhood days, tangled up in mem’ry’s haze.
Today I thought of souls gone by, and tonight I hummed a lullaby.
My tomato eating appetite is on the wane.
Their flavor was delicious. I cannot complain.
But my tomato appetite’s begun to disappear.
I can’t face any more until this time next year.
I’m getting calls from Amy.
I try to block her call.
Whatever I do is useless.
It doesn’t matter at all.
I got across without a flap.
Nothing Anxious. No Mishap.
I’m always careful, on my guard,
when I walk across the Boulevard.
It’s the final day of summer and we should be having lunch.
But, COVID has us reeling with its One-Two punch.
We hope for something better in the months ahead.
The numbers have us weeping: 200,000 dead.
Some days my mind will make a rhyme
and churn it out in record time.
Some days my mind’s windswept and bare
and there is simply nothing there.
I peek outside
and what do I see?
Old Man Winter’s
creeping up on me.
Today it’s Amy who’s after me.
Amy wants my money, you see.
“Persistence” is Amy’s pedigree.
No relief in sight that I can see.
I see why people give up their landlines.
Answer Robo calls till you drop!
There is no recourse – neither guile nor force –
that will make these vultures stop.