We know they’re coming,
we can see them and hear them
those days of soda and pretzels and beer.
The birds have sung an opening chorus
for the pollen laden bees to hum
and the flowers show ready for the main event.
On patios the barbecues are lit and smoking
about to sizzle like skin with no sun screen.
this year’s different,
crazier and crazier
as we stay at home
in our hazy miasma
of enforced laziness
waiting and hoping
that soon the cloud
hanging over us
will blow away.