Signs (HA 88 Rondine)

House Arrest

I see the signs of weariness. Although
the counties multiplied to 30 feet
the distance to a stranger on the street,
there’s evidence more folks are on the go
again, more traffic and it isn’t slow,
less masks on the pedestrians I meet.
I see the signs.

We thought we were awaiting a plateau,
but wasted time and smarts in a complete
fiasco of non-governance by tweet.
Now we emerge to surge or we-don’t-know.
I see the signs.

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