Poemdog

Dogs 2020

Sunday 4am
(6/7/2020)


at 20

at 30

finally
at 40

I used
to roam
the streets
in the predawn
hours

craving
action

alcohol

and any women
whom might be
associated

at 60

I grocery
shop

avoiding
people

the chance
of COVID
infection

females
no longer
more than a
passing
consideration

I don’t know
if I’ve mellowed

learned

or have
simply been
forced to accept
my current
reduced role

at least
I am semi-anonymous
behind
a mask

alleviating
most
of my embarrassment
at this diminished
circumstance