I had been waiting for this day
I'm confused what did you say
Am I seeing the moon in the sky
Or who's cool, calm and so shy!

I'm confused, I'm so confused
It's not true, maybe it's a lie
I'm amused, I'm so amused
I forgot one day I have to die!

No, no, I am scared of death
I am an examinee on earth
Yeah, you wind me up so high
But soon I have to say goodbye!

Here I am just a traveler
It's wrong, I'm not a lover
Don't try to be a honey pie
Stop it now please, fie, fie!

.day 50..

the flowers are corona as you know
now
they escape it seems
and spread about

i went back with resolve to be
untidy
then looked at the extra sleeve
and got excited

so back to the drawing board
hardboard

to work again on this corona
angel

joan
she is always joan
the other one

Like we are  traveling
by rail
through bucolic scenes of villages
hamlets and vineyards

with the sun bright-eyed
and fresh
in a sky that's marbled
and blue

it's the concerto
we hear when we
close our eyes
plug our ears

and write the
music
to the soundtrack
of our lives

Whit Howland © 2020