My brother’s Covid means we must postpone
the dinner reservation that we made
to celebrate completion of each speck
of year-end office work. We’ll use the phone
instead of seeing Mom for brunch, and trade
good words for food, and peace for pain in neck
(induced by any time with her these days).
A storm will make me happy that I stayed
at home, and watched the torrents on my deck.
This week supplies full meaning to the phrase:
“rain check.”