There’s Been Talk of Spring

 

It hasn’t been too many days  
My tote bags all were tossed away,
I’ll buy more when it turns to May.

And daily on the phone I ask
When will I have my shot at last,
Please may I have another mask?

I’m five months overdue, I said
I’ve been homebound a year instead    
I’m lucky that it hasn’t spread.    
     
I am type-2, it was confirmed.    
Myself and I are not on terms    
When compromised by icky germs.    
     
“We’re closed on odd & even days”    
It never used to be that way    
Until Corona came to play!    
     
My sainted patience running dry    
Unless they know the day I’ll rise    
To meet my Maker in the eye.    
     
Our President has plans for Spring.    
What does he hope for Eastertide?    
Cadbury eggs rolled on the lawn,    
Six feet apart for every child.    
     
No check is coming in the mail;    
I’d need a temperature and cough.    
Meantime the market shelves are frail;    
What would I spend my money on?    
     
That’s how I’ll keep my girlish whim    
When trying on la trend absurd.    
I have no food, I’ll fit right in;    
Just park the hearse next to the curb.