Spring of 2020: a poem

The neighbor’s cherry tree a mushroom cloud of pink,

how lovely this April in the suburbs.

Awaken queasy at 3 all our homes afloat on a sea of greening lawn over which we shout Ahoy!

Furtive, we mask for dinghy excursions to the islands.

Fret over allergy sneezes, dwindling savings. Wonder if that friend who died in winter? 

The kids are all home. It could almost be a holiday.

Bluebirds dart about hunting likely niches for their broods.

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