Oh, Nothing Much, You?
Well, yes, we do have a few puny pale yellow day lilies Bursting forth in our little universe, the size of the lot I’d have to look up if you’re that curious, and I’ve set Down some tiny grass seeds near the sidewalk to Replace whacked grass the mowing crew always likes To take down to the nub. Other than that, we’re looking Forward to more movies which we’ve already seen, And we’re always tempted to see “Burn After Reading” Again, and maybe again, as it’s fun to say the lines along With the hilarious discombobulated, but we know none Of it’s true, but we always think it is, and it is, of course, Somewhere, but not here, yet, though the way things Are developing around here, anything might pop in Into our tiny little universe. Of course, we’re gloved And masked, as we have no way to know where those Tiny floating bugs are that want to slip down our nose Into our old lungs, and since both of them, hers and Mine, are not exactly in great shape, we’re doing all We know how to do, but we do get very frightened Anytime, anytime, all the time we turn on the telly And learn that we’re back to April with even higher Infections so that makes both of us want to stop Breathing at all, but then, after a few seconds we Gasp for air, having no real assurances from anyone We’re not already lined up to be stacked in the morgue Like so many of our dear friends have ended up, but If you think about it, and haven’t you had time to Think about it as well, well, we’re mostly into survival Mode, eating more asparagus and Brussels sprouts That we would never have dreamed of but we’re Hopeful the sandstorm from the Sahara will not only Blot out all the light around here, but also give a Good whack to those floating, nasty critters who Don’t like at all a sandblasting into their micro- Impossible-to-believe-they’re-still-here-with-us. Yes, pour some more of that, and how’s by you?
Someday, one of us isn’t going to be around The other, and that hasn’t happened before, Except for the occasional trip to you know where, Or other times which are now so hard to put Back into our old brains now, but then, Each one of us wants the other to step up To what each of us can’t imagine, and lately I’ve seen a lot of old friends do the very same Thing, step up, cope, figure It out, go out For a walk, maybe all day, though then there’d Be less food on our little bed trays, and of Course, less trash, overall, but one of those Days, we’d start to wonder how we’re going (and it’s not exactly we’re going) to cope with All those dresses and suits and shoes downstairs Which one of us said, let someone else take Care of that, and I think I know who that’s Going to be, so I’ll step up, or down, and see What’s there that’s going to different stores That might want to feature all the fashions One of us is no longer wearing and just the Thought of that makes me think I’ll wear black Or white all day, maybe all night, yet for what Reason I have no idea, though I sense a lot Of single spouses might wonder the same thing, Getting used to not saying, “I’m home,” when Of course, you’re home, not you, but me, of Course there’s the cat, so the “I’m home” Could be just as good as before, but not before Pets to the head, or tail, hearing a little squeak Which for the present, will have to do. That Seems about right doesn’t it, the sort of that Will have to do, at least for a while, until Something else unexpected might go wrong, And then someone else will have to finish What I couldn’t get around to with all that time.
Somehow, Soon, We’ll Ascend into the Clouds
Thanks for even wondering if we’re still here as We don’t step out that much anymore, and our Last dining out ended up carrying it all back home, But it was tasty, especially the grilled tuna with All those delicious peppers and onions nestled Nicely together in warm cubed feta and olives Which makes all of us wish we were back again On the Mediterranean island where we took A lift straight up the mountain side to behold Island top shops and restaurants just for the Curious who were living off shore in spacious Apartments, some with balconies, so we could All gaze out over the blue waters to watch dolphins Sail so happily just above the waves, but that Was long ago, wasn’t it, and now we’re in lock- Down hoping to save our old lungs from what None of us ever expected to travel around the Globe with such frightening speed, as if WWI Wasn’t enough, a plague-like flu wiped away So many who had just entered into the new And frightening world which some of us can still remember, not the first part, as that Would make us older than anything living On the planet, and so much is no longer Living, but we are hopeful, as just yesterday Astronomers applauded the possibility of life On Venus, though getting there, from here, Seems a long shot, and possibly not in our Lifetime, but that’s really beside the point, Isn’t it, as all we really have is the idea that Clouds out there, somewhere, might drift Toward earth in several million years, long After Aunt Lucy or cousin Geraldine have Turned to dust as by then almost everything Will be dust, and that’s what we really wonder About after all this effort, to find something, Something interesting, only to know by then The planet will probably re-create itself and To our delight, a few will crawl out of the Cesspool oceans, and make a life on a beach, Something like the one we enjoyed so much As we ascended with other travelers way up Onto the most loveliest of old-world islands.
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