I Left Oklahoma Ridin' on a Pony

Time slips inexorably by
(one hundred and thirty-five thousand are dead).
Living on covid time.

Lying high and dry
(the Pleiades are setting),
time slips inexorably by.

We can’t meet and say hi,
even with masks on.
Living on covid time.

If we aren’t sick, we aren't sure why.
The fronts are stacking,
as time grinds by

and the low tide
hangs the starfish up to dry.
Living on covid time.

The moon is gone from the sky;
in my lonesome bed I cry.
It’s midnight and the time slips by.
Living on covid time.