A NYC Pandemic Vignette
Friday and the news is ever dire.
In one night, the death toll climbs to 100.
People respond with care. Many not so much.
Judging proves fruitless.
Taking in the sun and taking in the view. A car pulls up
an exchange is made.
Anxieties slip away like
so many droplets hitching a ride on an innocent breath.
Liquor stores are essential in a plagued economy
And my son texts,
People gotta stay medicated.