The End of Zoom
Now, the bell tolls
I don’t want to go back to just say hello
To see your torso
Standing up straight saluting a flag
Or slumped to a chair
To examine your knees and skis of feet
I really don’t care
To re-learn how to bow down
To your judgment of ankles
I don’t need nor want the frivolous
Of commutes and airports
Parking meters and car washes
Coffee gossip dunked in gasoline snacks
The ball and chain of summer slacks
Black socks tight shoes a tie and
My God what were we thinking?
A coat over it all in July?
Just to adhere to a clock?
Yes, toll for thee oh tick tock
For all the crap we were forced to s**t
To feed a phantom hunger.
I was satisfied with a smiling face
And our eyes locked
On words that mattered.
Zoom was like poetry
Left plenty of time in between
To muse from home of love and meaning.
Copyright © Robert Trezise Jr. | Year Posted 2021
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