After Amazon Prime
and Schitt’s Creek,
after Stella Artois
and Lay’s, after five
Zoom meetings
and a Powerpoint,
after salad from Whole Foods
and a nice Pinot, after shiny
new faucets and fluffy
white towels, after hand-knitted
scarves from Peru, after CNN,
after Fox, after politics,
after economics,
after opinions, after news,
after friends, after relationships,
after loves–
What remains?
The sparrow singing on the
maple one July afternoon.
That remains.