COVID Spring: Against Omens

You may take back your shipment of portents--
We don't need them. We already know.
The cracks in the floor, thank you, yes:
The ground beneath our feet is unstable. We know.
The fallen unmarked chickadee: now really
We've learned, we can go any minute. We know.
Killer hornets, Krakatoa, floods, locusts--
The scale is grand, the message trite.
We know, we know. Let's have lilacs,
Let's have sunshine, ice cream, new books
A fresh clean wall, we've already seen this writing.
Put down the chalk. We know.

COVID Spring: Good Hair Day

Of course it would be today
My hair would fall in perfect waves,
Pre-Raphaelite and sun-kissed
To be taken not to the symphony
Nor a friend's wedding, a party,
But the weekly grocery raid,
Mask secured over my Waterhouse chin.
Guinevere among the lettuces,
Boadicea buying crackers,
Face obscured, eyes worried.
Appreciate my tresses, grocery shoppers.
They will get no other airing.