What Could Happen When Distancing and Wearing Masks

One woman Distanced in a row of marked-off stools Sat sideways At a bar in the afternoon Dressed like passing summer sky Viewed through a window From a cooled inside Blue skirt hem Napkined to her lap Legs crossed like wind-swept dunes A smile of salt Tossed over her shoulder She fiddles with her diamond ring Her fingertip a sigh Tuning The half empty Rim of a Margarita Warbling To the tall bartender Who’s drying with a cloth and fingers The lips to his goblets A crystal choir whistling back He’s bored for more of a crowd Both wishing for tips Just like old times.