Wednesday, April 22, 2020


Butterflies flitting around
the drooping fronds of a Palm tree.
(Mating season?)

Ducks skirting on the mirrored lake:
They fly, they walk, they swim.

The resident murder of Crows
are jubilant as ever.

Lake low. (Drought)
Energy low. (Bored)
Virus, viral, vulnerable. (Vita)

Alone on the Lanai
basking in the sun.

Shuttered neighborhood.

Waves of days mark,
“The Class of 1960.”