Resurrection

My friend,
The one who texted in bro code,
I think I wrote,
“With vulnerability,”
Has come back to his wits,
Back to the lovable say anything despot
I so enjoy.
In these times of tragedy,
Heartache, and uncertainty,
He answered a question
Sent with good intention
And a mourner’s curiosity
With deadpan humor
That so tickled the darkest parts of my soul
That I half expected lightning to strike.
For what it’s worth,
I’d welcome that spark, perhaps a kickstarting for me,
Since I’ve drifted into the morass of streaming,
Videos,
Music,
Naps,
Distance learning,
Ahhhhh,
I don’t know what to do,
Except hear my friend laughing
With a big dip packed
While he’s rocking that semi-dance move
And crowing about copperheads.

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