It’s 830 in the morning
The neighborhoods asleep.
it’s trash day here in suburban America,
And no yellow buses do I see.
No morning commuters,
No rushing to leave.
Just cars on my street,
As far as I can see.
The air’s a lot clearer,
From here to the Sign.
And traffic flows so well,
Since there’s no body in line.
Buildings lie empty along Main Street,
And doors remain shut.
But birds seem to be singing,
You can hear every tweet.
We stare at the TV hoping Fucci will share,
That soon we can all go,
Back out,
Into the There.
At first it seems gloomy,
No sports games* to see,
Just reruns of Tiger,
And old UFC.
But then you see families
Up and down the streets,
Holding hands, wearing masks,
Smiling in retreat.
There’s basketballs bouncy,
And moms playing HORSE
And a few Ninja Scooters,
Out on the loose.
Baked goods and snacks eaten,
Cheetos, Nutella, Apples
and Vegan
Courses galore.
Lots of Hi’s from new neighbors,
that have been there all along.
And even some howling*
A new Colorado Song.
So, what will it be,
Do we sit and just wait?
Or do we rebel,
‘Gainst an enemy we can’t see?
Don’t we retain our true values,
And get to know our families, or friends on FaceTime,
By asking the same questions,
And getting the same, ‘fine’?
Or do we advance our cause of great,
Caring and sharing along?
Perhaps Mr. Whipple should have stayed on the shelf,
Instead of hogging those wipes
All for himself.
And enjoying the time,
We all wished we had.
So why in the World are we all just so sad?
Is it because we have to choose to choose to stay put,
And do as we’re told.
Yes, It’s not easy,
And it’s really getting old t’bout!
But now we have to time, to paint, write, create.
Work in the yard, and fix, repair and paint.
Do all the things we always put off,
And spend more time with the family,
And with our wives, a ‘stay home’ date.
These times sure are trying,
They test our resolve.
Let’s prove the death virus,
By staying united, until solved.
But along the way,
No matter what course we travel.
Let’s keep waving at strangers
Trying to figure out which day it is.
And enjoy our home-living.
And be settled within!
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