Contagion Poem by Jamie Russell

Halloween Masks
Coming out of the closets
Jesse James Bandanas'
Are now in Vogue

Light traffic on the causeways-
It is Sunday Morn every day.
Never really heard birds a chirping
Wood peckers - Pecking
No escaping Natures sounds.

Rattlesnakes on another mission,
" Don't Cough On Me"
Falling on "Trumpican times "

Behind the yellow line. Six feet away.
Is this the script for the new norm?
Have we become our own prisoners?
No fault of our own
We are living in viral times