Waking with the Mourning Doves

5:20 AM
The doves wake me
It's too early to rise
I get up anyway  
Read poems
Maybe write one
Twenty years on the road
Selling products
Not sexy  
Useful is all
Then the Pandemic  
13 months at home  
Slowly emerging  
Out into the light
In some ways I'll miss the quiet
Only interrupted by Amazon deliveries  
Truth is the city was too crowded before
We'll see now what gives ....