Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Pandemia Localis Interruptus

It’s only temporary

driving by the car lot
you see sales lost,
potential to go out of business
what I see
cars that won’t start
if someone doesn’t rev those engines
to keep batteries charged
before the next test drive

passing desolate hotels
you worry hospitality is ending,
dying tourism, local economy
bedbugs have no flesh to bite,
to support a temporary life,
offspring, for me.

multitudes of walkers we mull
down roads seldom traversed
by foot traffic, you count
potential casualties
for me, fat cells clinging
to long undisturbed hearts burn

gazing upon skeletons
on idle construction sites,
you fear bankruptcy and foreclosure
but I don’t see progress stopping here,
envision men in hard hats,
women in every garb
resuscitating a beleaguered people
back to life before fall starts

too strong for regression,
no time for depression,
seasons unchanging, a planet breathing
with or without a few more dollars to spend.


I'll edit some more later to fine tune message of hope