The driver had to show me where to tag
my Clipper Card when I got on the bus.
I hadn’t ridden since the ruinous
pandemic made our every day a drag.

My transit gear of old was in my bag,
but habits fade – I needed to discuss.
The driver had to show me where to tag
my Clipper Card when I got on the bus.

Restrictions to my movement start to sag.
The rules relax and guidance loses fuss.
We almost glimpse a forward path for us,
when vaccinated vigilance can flag.
(The driver had to show me where to tag.)

(Rondel)