It's been over a month;
We've been on lockdown,
craving to explore the south,
Impediment not unknown.

We dare not touch-
and forget to wash.
We'd love to go to church,
but it is clearly a wish.

This wasn't what we hoped for;
We hoped for a perfect decade,
we're filled with deep metaphor,
dreaming of a perfect decade.

Hopes surprisingly punctured-
can it ever be revived?

SSS🌌