Category Archives: Coronaverse

Going Out

Posted on April 30, 2021 by sputterpub

On Day Four Hundred, I had lunch insidea restaurant I walked to from my home.The outing left me feeling satisfied,at liberty to dine with friend and wine,my mouth unmasked, my taste buds gratified.I told my friend I’m fain to take … Continue reading →

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Return to Transit

Posted on April 28, 2021 by sputterpub

I hope it’s like a muscle memory –the ease with which I ride a bus or train.I’m sure the skills will soon come back to me,although it’s been four hundred seven dayssince I had public transit liberty.My kids were Covid-cautious, … Continue reading →

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Extrapolation Fails

Posted on April 23, 2021 by sputterpub

Extrapolation fails me now I’m old.The past is no predictor, we’ve been told,of stock market performance. Such is truein fact, more than we ever dreamed or knew,for disconnects are booming big and bold. No vision of tomorrow can be soldwhen … Continue reading →

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Conditional Release

Posted on April 20, 2021 by sputterpub

If we believe reports about the shot,I must be 95% immuneright now, but no one knows how long we’ve gotbefore protection lapses, or how soona variant will conquer. May and Juneare clear for me – July without a doubt.I’d better … Continue reading →

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Dry Winter

Posted on April 15, 2021 by sputterpub

I can’t control the weather or the sea.I’m powerless to stop the viral spread.My loved ones act like they’re ignoring me,so self-esteem is found in my own head.I’m old enough I don’t bemoan. Instead,accepting drought and doom, I damp my … Continue reading →

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Spring Cleaning

Posted on April 13, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s usually the fall that triggers meto start a project or to modify,but I am springing now – I want to beengaged, outside, among. I long to trymy feet again, at urban liberty.For now, I aim to clean this place, … Continue reading →

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Real Estate

Posted on April 6, 2021 by sputterpub

The place across the yard’s for sale,so now it’s looking fresh and clean.It’s staged to view and should be seenby someone seeking smaller scale. New paint, no dust, precise detail:the seller sees what could have been.The place across the yard’s … Continue reading →

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Coming Back

Posted on April 5, 2021 by sputterpub

Two weeks ago, reports said traffic’s back,although we’ve yet to open many sites.And yesterday, on my accustomed trackto purchase groceries, I was impressedby lots of evidence of people-pack.I had to wear the mask on every block.The fencing trucks, the loads … Continue reading →

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Full Schedule

Posted on March 31, 2021 by sputterpub

They gave me Master Class three months ago,and I intended to explore it well,but other tasks intruded even thoughI thought I had the time throughout our spellof house arrest extended. What befellwere other habits: daily ink to page;office work and … Continue reading →

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Tressiness

Posted on March 25, 2021 by sputterpub

My haircuts used to be six weeks apart.For 50 years I kept the style short,but now a year has passed us since the startof house arrest, I’ve grown some longer curls.I’ve even added to my shopping cart(online of course) barrettes … Continue reading →

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