A Year on Hold (2020)

Washing clean hands
over and over
like Pilate on auto-pilot.

Irony of closed bars
and finding myself
drinking far more.

My zoom lover
tells me she's worried
we're getting too close

Late fall
the park with far
fewer old men.

7 whiskeys before noon
Boss calls to say
my works never been better.

Thunderstorm
feeling more alone
with cat hiding.

glistening
first dust of snow
on lawn angel's wings.

Day after New Years
8 tall empty beer cans
I'll keep as decorations.

I call for the vaccine
get put on hold then nothing
like this whole damned year.