Wondering about
all the quarantine screenplays
that are being written right now
in smallish spring apartments with
open windows where
people perhaps don’t bother
zipping up their flies as
much as they
normally would.
The romcoms sure about falling in
love on Zoom, but also
the quarantine buddy comedies the
online detective stories the
psychedelic misadventures the meditative spiritual
wonderama’s the Judd Apatow-produced
off-color with a heart of gold
guy and gal night outs without
actually going out the
all in one day coming of age
teen true stories the castaway
remakes with a basketball because that’s what was on hand
and the turners.
is this an offshoot of your million-dollar ideas? because i would watch any of those movies!
more seriously, this is a wonderful poem. i especially love the “smallish spring apartment with open windows”; minus the quarantine, it’s so brooklyn 1985.
is this an offshoot of your million-dollar ideas? because i would watch any of those movies!
more seriously, this is a wonderful poem. i especially love the “smallish spring apartment with open windows”; minus the quarantine, it’s so brooklyn 1985.
That’s a terrific poem. And you have a way with graceful endings that complement the musings that are this poem’s backbone.
Delightful poem, Cec.
Castaway tie in with bball update – beautifully done, as T.Hanks was an early viral catcher.