Once Per Week

Sometimes, I hear them

An airplane — but, not many

I’m still hesitant



Strong wind, less heat

Some of us, on their feet

Towards work

Others, in their home based network


Urban Beach

I’m not used to huge crowds now

Radios, motors, kids & their noise

It seems almost normal, somehow

We still need to keep our poise


Corona Bus

A medieval announcement call,

A van with speakers on top

Warns us to only hop

At home ~ but youth is in the mall

Motors, sunglasses; defying home wall


I Sometimes Wonder

Could anybody have missed the news

There are enough clues

Living under a stone can’t be

Humanity is no longer free