I wonder how our days will be
when we emerge from dread.
Will stores reopen suddenly,
or stutter back instead?
Will commerce face-to-face be dead
with no return of queue?
Will everyone need shot or med
when we defeat the flu?

Expecting we’ll in weeks be free
to exit couch or bed,
it’s probable sagacity
won’t own sufficient cred.
We didn’t heed what scholars said
although their words were true.
I hope we won’t be rumor-led
when we defeat the flu.

A future like dark fantasy
or science fiction’s thread
may be in store for you and me
and family we’ve bred.
Will politics be heated red,
or aggregated blue?
Will habits of embrace be shed
when we defeat the flu?

Here’s hoping culture clears its head
to treasure me and you.
Let panic hoarding greed be fled
when we defeat the flu.