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Round Faces Pegged In Squares
Hollywood squares, we would stare
at the set, as we do now in varying
shapes and sizes.
Now family appears
in quaint little tablet squares - some
sheltered-quiet, or
eccentric with Eiffel
Tower backdrop,
some ogling the others,
one with a gas mask face finding appall
and humor
during this fathomless race,
slow like a tortoise who can’t mete a hare —
time recklessly drawn out,
the finish line
far out there. What will we find when
civilization restarts?
Will we be wearing rags,
our riches bagged up and sent to thrift?
I stare and inquire of the squares —
will we find our round
faces headed
into outer space
or going nowhere
at a fast pace?
Are we raptured? Are we done?
NO!
the session ended, no goodbyes
too - sudden as a hawk
we will find our hands
back in the land of the living
robotic pace of happenstance
have we lost
a career,
gained weight,
kept up the humor
of the Hollywood Squares?
3/30/2020
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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