Observation – November 5th, 2020, Tuesday

Coffee on the terrace of the penthouse

Morning on 49th Street, Radio City

Rockefeller Plaza, a few hundred feet away

Columns of concrete, glass and steel push up into the powder blue sky

Green-copper spires reflected in mirrors one thousand feet tall

Their soft patina wavering in the sunlight

A curious pigeon comes to greet me

The sounds of the city are pressing

A steady drone of HVAC permeates the atmosphere

Sirens wail and saws whine, over the drone of engines

As the arhythmic clang of steel on steel fills the air with hollow waves

While all around me hammers fall

The city hums with a ghostly bustle

Observation – May 5th, 2020, Tuesday

It is a bright morning

There is a plane flying overhead, though the city is quiet

There is a robin chirping in the tree outside my window

My lady is working at loom, weaving on a hoop

Kitty is begging for butter

Seventy thousand Americans will have died

From complications due to COVID-19

By the end of today

The news is increasingly grim

There are politicians telling us to prepare

Be ready to lose more

Americans must be ready to sacrifice

Like they did in World War II

This time we march into the jaws of a faceless beast

To feed an economy, that is hungry for our lives

As valuable as kibble, scattered on the floor