Love Letter to a Year Most Bizarre

when I don't know how to spend my day
I go to Bunnings and spend my government pay
buying flowers that I can't afford
to make my garden pretty
I watch the butterflies and the bees
the white-cheeked rosellas in the trees
as they dance the merry waltz of spring
and we all put our face-masks on

and roses don't understand social distance
I can't recall freedom like that
and will there ever come a time
when crowds don't make me nervous
and elbows are replaced with lips again

when I've too much time to sit and think
I pull out some paper and a bottle of ink
and write letters to all my friends
the old-fashioned way
all the pages and all the folds
every word and every marking holds
the friendship that I can't extend the way I used to

'cause love letters understand social distance
they've bridged the gap in times gone by
and there will come a time
when crowds don't make me nervous
and elbows are replaced with lips again
and I'll kiss you