Eggs benedict with chorizo on the side

Chilly Mother’s Day,

rock and roll elevator music overhead played bad.

Traffic on the street honks off beat.

Everyone needs a job,

and the musician’s union pays well.

Honeysuckle in the planter,

sparrows scavenge breadcrumbs at my feet,

dog dish begs water by a bench

while families gather outside a restaurant

waiting for a text their table’s ready.

My wife’s phone texts our son-in-law’s brother’s wife died of COVID

and left two young children to raise in Australia.

In a world of micro-end times everywhere is Armageddon and

all I want is the mother of our children to be happy

and eggs Benedict with chorizo on the side

5-8-22