For Just One Day

For just one day, it’s feeling normal here.
We’re summer cool, beneath a sky of gray
at dawn and dusk, at midday mild, clear.
For just one day.

I’m smelling skunk but didn’t see the spray.
My garden tenants thrive – they all appear
to eat and drink sufficiently to play.

Pandemic is around, but lately we’re
advised we don’t need masks to be okay.
It’s like of old. I like the atmosphere.
For just one day.


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