A dinner party in 2020 in Covid 19?! A virus, a pandemic, a Corona a British and South African strain!? Ouch, yikes, things changed!

A dinner part a meal a bite a conversation una historia a fable a poem a dance a chimp bit burst of energies too much to bute off at knce!?! a limited amount of time 'Tween masks and social a contrariness as social means now meant mingling vpbut no more, just six feet apart and wary weary worn yes a bit lots ruptured no more rauchous no moe flame a gentle toned-down flair and exuberance gone out the window, no longer our vocabulary, now zooming n messaging and weary screen computer eyes that are so now, more than ever our voyeur eyes our windows or doors into cyber this cyber that yeah so hard to decipher anymore yes so numb so nauseated so incredulous become we all alone loners more now than ever before we must still reach fir fibers fir silver line our brains heart soul with silver lining in golden threads trwat our senses find our avenues or means or might mighty to morph to molt to mingle to master that which is wearisome and true our new horizons our meals our dinner parties of now our present peaceful hopeful states of shared together senses all just trying to make sense survive!