Promdemic

from prom to vaccine
in a short eight-hour night
(let science save us)

Social Virus

vaccines could save us
(yet not from the ignorance
spread without needles)

all i want today
is to watch the sunlight shift
on these reborn blooms

the blue-sky morning
can't capture a year of loss
(oh Lord, that sweet scent)

yet afternoon light
so perfectly shines rosy
(ends this hell-frost year)

her last big event
for her high school gymnastics 
in a pandemic

no medals for her.
just bravery: a new sport
and some kind teammates

sometimes a small bloom
from a broken, displaced plant
is all a day needs

even its roots wait
patiently in their soil
basking in the sun

even when we lose
he has won his only chance 
to be part of this

ski season is done.
we’ll have to make do with yards
full of happiness.

winter sunrise strokes
as soft as with a paintbrush
with red glow on snow

power lines define
the hidden energy here
ready to rise up

a long-shadowed pup
feels tall in the morning light
ready for the day

a hellish week (year)
but we are nearing the end
and it’s so damn sweet

cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought 
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door