The dollars and cents
do not amount to much these days.
Temperatures range out of the comfortable
or even the livable levels.
People mingle while still trying
to maintain the social distances required.
Degrees of success
or simply a turnaround?
Days counted since the last time
you actually touched another human.
Times you have prayed or beseeched
a higher entity for these times to end.
Simply a number.
Saturn's Premier Poet 