This flew into my life last night. Thought i would take it in for James, then I had second thoughts, "The Rona".                                                                                 
                                                                                                           -Brother Flower Bob

yes my brothers and sisters, every gift is suspect, potential turns poison in pandemic. it's quiet but it's the most restless quiet we've ever not seen. see it snowed again. the dust from that exploded coal stack will come down in dirty snow, oh but it's already spread, dispersed into the lungs of the community, thank goodness we are all masked and sheltered in. 
do you have the deathless feeling, as if this life were actual death, yet we are still awaiting, like sheep, except the sheep are not waiting like us, and it's we who are sheepish, who are shut-in shepherds? we look out the window waiting in the back of our mind the unsaid refrain we keep erasing and re-writing from our bored-wired thoughts. who or what are we now?