COVID

We’ve reached 100,000 souls
But there are probably more;
Some now watch our death count
Like it’s a sports-team score.
Trump bungled the early response
And called it just a trick,
Said it was some Demo hoax
While thousand more got sick;
It will go away! Disappear in fact!
A miracle will end this pox;
Here, now take this unproven drug,
Or drink some pure Clorox.
As numbers reached highest points,
Families mourned those sent off,
While honoring too our veteran dead,
Trump played some rounds of golf.

VISIT WITH OLD FRIENDS

Two of my oldest-known friends at Baker Creek State Park. Keith and Kat Huddleston Robertson of Tampa. Known Keith since I was 10 or so. Both were HS classmates at Leto High.

WORK LOCKDOWN

I turn on the light
At the end of the hall
But there’s nothing really to fear
It’s just that it’s quiet
And a little bit weird
When no other people are here;
The computers hum
And the lights have a buzz,
But otherwise it’s rather still;
Though oddly I like it
Noiseless like this,
I miss conversation at will.