Tuesday

House Arrest

No customary habits can emerge
when custom changes every other day.
I heard we need no mask. Infection’s surge
then made the experts change the words they say.
First respiratory droplets brought the scourge –
they’re now suspecting aerosol array.
No longer are our days what we expect.
It’s Tuesday, right? At least that can be checked.

(Ottava Rima)

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