Anticipation

Evening birds chirpAll that is left is to eatTomorrow seems here

County now on hold.Not wanting people to hurt;but where now to head?

Drunker than a skunkEvery weekend the sameOnce in four, a change

The whole world on hold.Unsure, what am I to do?Stay in; look inward.

Mental fingers out…Aware of so many souls;each, different view

I see their mouths move.Many promises coming;hear, “It’s about me.”