No Signal

One fact about the virus lockdown was
most days resembled those that came before.
We stayed apart, and masked, and washed, because
we didn’t have vaccine or ready cure.
I FaceTimed many bedtime tales for sure;
I waited till the “Ready?” text appeared.
But now they’re off a week, and I detour –
five evenings free will feel a little weird.


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