corona

only days ago – or was it weeks?
I played with my youthful toys
which included a set of boys
who spent hours examining
the ring around the sun.

now it dawns on me – after
breakfast – that my thoughts
have double meanings, two or
three or more daily reminders
of a double-entendre life.

blame these fascinations on
the stories on television – the
guardrail of our society – for
we have the **** tube to
thank for newsworthy truth.

but I digress – a longtime
habit – from the meaning of
the words I have learned,
words that take on novelty
as they meld and mold.

all around me – hill and vale –
schools and churches are closed
to the very folks who support
them, no thanks to money or
needy spirits in want.

and God help us if we stray
from the very lexicon that
brought us here – the dust-
covered tome of a dictionary,
its usefulness never doubted.

it’s almost like pre-school – the
fine lines we read – the words
composed of ancient syllables –
bits and pieces  of chemistry
and high school math.

one has only to watch to
assimilate the warning signs –
travel restrictions during
pregnancy – or myriad signs
warning to wash ones hands.

and so it goes goes – on and
on – the truth has power, and
the words belie all pre-testing
and the failure thereof to
be accurate and useful.

in the final analysis – and there
is always a bit of both  - of dire
and scholarly necessity – a strong
dose of responsibility which
governs our reaction.

one final glance in the mirror
is always called for – for no little
scam can be living in the selfie
behind the proverbial story
of beauty and the beast.


© Lewis Bosworth, 3-2020