Po'

Po’ you, po’ me

It’s an awful time

For po'etry.

Stay at home.

Go nowhere.

Take three hours

To wash your hair.

Watch another TV flick

Rehashed plots

That leave you sick.

Brush the puppy

Sweep the floor,

Collect the groceries

From the door.

Play some music

Off your screen

Oldies, new stuff --

In between,

You run some laps

Around the den

Count your steps

Then run again.

Facetime chatter

With the kids

Realtime life

Still on the skids.

Grab your journal

And your pen,

Enter “no news”

Once again.

Po’ you, po’ me.

It’s an awful time

For po'etry.