A hang glider
swooped through
the sky last night,
looping circles above
the shore
from Mukilteo to
Howarth Park.
Then I saw him
no more.
A hang glider
swooped through
the sky last night,
looping circles above
the shore
from Mukilteo to
Howarth Park.
Then I saw him
no more.
Tomorrow I’ll follow a rainbow.
Tomorrow I’ll reach for the sky.
Tomorrow I’ll pick a fresh daffodil
and wave to a cloud passing by.
Tomorrow I’ll watch a bunny hop.
I’ll chase a butterfly.
Tomorrow the world will be sunny.
It will be here by and by.
I’ve COVID Virus of the Brain.
I’ve got it Bad.
I must explain.
I cannot do
what I used to do.
My Brain has Quit.
My Brain is Through.
My Brain has fin’ly
Let Me Down.
I cannot go with
you to town.
525,000 dead.
The numbers keep on growing.
The beat of death continues.
Sometimes rising. Sometimes slowing.
The Govs are op’ning up their states.
They’re over all this fuss!
The Govs are done with the Virus.
But, it’s not done with us.
The forecast is for rain again –
another Day of Drizzle.
The winter is just dragging on.
I’d like some Heat and Sizzle!
An egg is fast and
micro-wavable.
Splash, crack and zap
and it’s on the table.
Today I went out in the sun
to plant my Sweet Pea seeds.
I scraped away the moss and leaves
and pulled up winter’s weeds.
I got my Sweet Peas planted–
an early rite of Spring!
I can hardly wait for all the joy
my blooming Sweet Peas bring.
The trend is heading downward–
daily death rate’s not so high.
But, still for 1300, yesterday was
their time to die.
Tonight a gentle lullaby
drifts softly in my ear.
Its gentle note’s a still refrain
until sweet dreams appear.