Cool skies and good friends,

Gifting unnecessary

Yet beautiful things.

Doom scrolling too much

Ache behind the eye growing

Soon, couch potato

Friday walkabout

Air to clear the mind and soul

But there may be rain

An attempted coup?

The orange false prophet still

Sits upon the throne?

Zoom back on the screen,

People in ticky-tacky boxes.

Georgia on my mind.

Extended break over.

Stress, though, lingers heavily.

Break wasn’t vacation.

Ringtone so loud.

Now a wild headache appears.

Yes, Monday’s afoot.

Capsules of fiber,

Aspirin, followed by Flintstones,

and ibuprofen.

Hey, so far, so good.

But the false orange prophet

Refuses to leave.

Twenty twenty-one.

I am scared of what’s in store.

Has to be better, though.