I (accompanied by my shadow)...

walk a circuit around perimeter of parking lot

Yours truly realized modus operandi

to kombat (mortal) lethargy

he strides rite around

resident parking lot area

usually at approximately

19:00 hours each day

casually bumbling and ambling
one lap after another

counting one hundred and one,

one hundred and two,
one hundred and three...

coordinated with deep breathing

to distract self from repetitiveness.

Modicum of exercise
also helps keeps at bay

mental anguish triggered

duress experienced

courtesy of property management

constituting: Zoftig, the warden

and maintenance man "Mister Clean"

once also known as "twinkle toes,"

back during hs high school heyday

whose invisible clutches

asphyxiate me and the missus

prompting us to search
senior low income apartment facilities,
spurring query regarding

wondering if any anonymous reader
might be able, eager, ready and willing
to hand over keys to main lodging

including carriage house,

or (in a manor of writing)

assign access rights to an excellent outlook.

Sense and sensibility concerning

the emotional fallout

brought about by sedentariness

(essentially affecting me to feel
glum, melancholy, and ruminative)

helped goad generic indigent solitary man
(practically self quarantined

his whole mucked up adult life)

hence not inconvenienced

when coronavirus COVID-19

wrought havoc and mayhem.

Just on the cusp of experiencing joie de vivre

the triumvirate of Crooks and Quade

figuratively swooped down

to announce re: inspection

of apartment unit B44

Tuesday June 29th, 11:00 am - 4:00 pm.

Thus series of unfortunate events

(linkedin with bull limey
Lemony Snicket bro)

got sidelined nsync with

contracting a minor bout
with deadly Amish Flu
symptoms found garden variety reasonable rhymer

bedridden feeling a little horse and buggy (ha),

incapacitated to craft signature poetry writing.

An honest to dog confession

regarding hiatus spewing forth
vociferous versatile vocabulary

mine words - worth their weight in gold
(told woofer I do not know), nevertheless

included perusing a gamut of reading material.

The passion to engross intellect

witnessed courtesy immersing

attention, concentration, excitation
gratification, intoxication;

knowledge prized more precious

than fine spun gold.

Likewise crafting (albeit painstakingly)

elusive notions that flit
to and fro hither and yon
(analogous to ping pong ball)

within parameters of

microscopically crenellated

gray matter

also constitutes fervent interest.