Buckets of Roses

That line that Meryl says when

she wants to make the room and

the world perfect

I want 

and they arrive roses on top of roses

wafting through the tv screen 

white and pink and marigold

the music in her voice 

is as lavish and fragrant 

and the aluminium handled buckets

Buckets or Roses 

She wants them and there they are

both decadent n the film and decadent

for a film crew to buy eleven hundred roses 

just for our incidental joy.  

CoVid Sonnet

What days and months give all that we require
to every bit of isolations'  heir,
we sit alone to shun the washed out choir
for death and death alone is in the air
He dances in the unsung songs aloft
he waits for weeks to glean his gangrene grin
the lungs of young and old are each so soft
he beats you with no mark upon your chin
But as the days make days and nights make morning
and as with Winter's frost comes florid Spring
we'll have our ample time and ample warning
to let the cough met death and Freedom ring
Let's all stay home and let that be our cost
for in the night, the dream of sun's not lost.