Any annual pandemic

Fast came the Holidays

Flashed by through the Winter

Fear corraled our souls

a ball

A ball is a ball is a ball

C’est ci n’est pas une ball

April is almost gone

Ode to a simple Life

Life is Short
We all know
Or leaned or discovered
One way or another
And there is charm and health
In leaving it as a productive life
Surrounded by family and friends
Isolated from the currents of the world
From what has always been for me
A small life
One that I rejected
A large life in a community
That shows up
For your last goodbye.

Late in the race

At this point in life, My life, 

I must admit my ever lateness

April is no exception

Blue sky

Teetering at the edge of bankrupcy

I try and I walk

Towards that promised blue sky