of people inside his space
of going outside, himself
of sitting on the grass
six feet apart wearing a mask

The world is relaxing the rules
while he's pertinacious as the mules
“It’s not safe”
is his opinion

I still visit him
behind the glass
without a mask
Still go to the park –
just don’t swing or sit
Still go to the store
but out to dinner’s a chore
Still sporting a burn at the pond
Up at dawn

I’m happy to see my son as ever
for months I’ve tied to a tether
no visits with him
meet-ups slim

Some things just don’t change
Love is one