Corona Tales 33: haves & have nots

An upgrade for some, 
The soft reset of the world 
Bugged the rest of us

growing young (an instagram epiphany)

Bossing round the clock 
Respect wrung out of her hands 
She now howls, howls, howls

lluvia en la terma 
no hay cantos, pero hay voces 
éste es el verso

all sounds are meetings 

raindrops on leaves on rivers
on lovers dipping

Box cutter wisdom 
Consensual wit of cliches
Missing lockdown yet?

Fire has no friends 
Just a mother spark and then 
Opportunity

¿Sueña el colibrí?
¿A qué flores persigue?
¿De qué gato huye?

twice in a lifetime 
a light ripple from my chest 
a simple silence

Astroturf burning 
And children hiding in pools 
That might be a crisis

Lapdog off the leash 
Running orbits on the sand 
The Sun's drawn at last

We hold each other 
Like the young who hold their books  
Close and full of awe

You think you raise my faults from the dead 
If you only knew they live with me, as they always did

The white wall is down  
Songs that hushed with the first frost
Have rung new valleys

how many wastelands?
how many villages drowned?
bloody gdp

¿cuántos desiertos
cuantos pueblos hundidos
por el puto pib?

wed, weeded and tilled 
nothing grows but your likeness 
my glyphosate babe

Won't the quails show up? 
Won't these weekenders shut up? 
The birdwatcher's lot

Do hummingbirds dream?
What flowers do they seek there?
What cats do they fear?

como un cerillo
de oso polar a plaza
un rápido adiós

i think of match heads 
from polar bear to park bench 
brace for quick goodbyes

I stared at the mat 
Back from the woods a whole year 
No mud from my boots

My school uniform 
Tailor's tape of the seasons 
From itch to shiver