Unpacking clothing from before the globe
went into semi-quarantine and closed
the venues I addressed from my wardrobe,
I found some raiment I forgot. Disposed,
I’d thought, disposed to spend my days in robe
and slipper socks. I clad myself and posed
before the mirror and before the feast.
I fly to ply on New Year’s Eve, at least.

(Ottava Rima)