Candy Crush Dreams and Pandemic Blues

Sitting alone, chilled in unstirred colds olive green liquid flows to the earth lemon greens with lime yellow folds cover all smiles, stomachs increasing their girth; candy crush dreams, visions of color flow sour gray skies, storm clouds streaming by three, four, fives in a discrete row; follow the arrows, only this way to go stay apart, six feet away, wave a quick hello, dance in the brief light of the sun's play just another day, what day is it anyway? Hold back the fear, play a solitary game or two while living in the time of pandemic blues.