One Covid Day Coarse cut grass. A steep incline ahead The Pin Oaks are on the turn. On manicured mounds-tiny flags are aflutter Nobody's there. The brown lake ripples, the reedy grasses sway. Hedged roses bloom again. Bramble bushes block our way. It's a

One Covid Day

Coarse cut grass. A steep incline ahead

The Pin Oaks are on the turn.

On manicured mounds-tiny flags are aflutter

Nobody's there.

The brown lake ripples, the reedy grasses sway.

Hedged roses bloom again.

Bramble bushes block our way. It's a shining day.

A bench secreted in the sun. We repeat ourselves.

Until first light tomorrow.

Home again.

Thumbs rub across fingertips; the crumble forms.

Daytime drops away.

Chainsaws, mowers that you ride on, leaf blowers; shudder into
silence.

I turn the page.