. . The Cost of Infrastructure Our property association has Three rich folks down the street. Their houses are Much bigger than the rest, with more pizzazz, More rooms, more gadgets, and more space by far. The other eight homeowners didn’t think That this was fair, for our homes only had Four bedrooms each. I couldn’t sleep a wink— Their excess wealth had left me feeling sad.. I wanted to add on a room or two, But it would cost me more than I could pay. I didn’t have the cash, so what to do? The eight of us conspired to find a way. We voted eight to three to up the dues; But only on the three who had the wealth. It was an offer they could not refuse; A cash redistribution done by stealth. I took my share and built two rooms I rent. The increased dues we’ve now made permanent. It’s nice when you control the government. Like Biden says, it didn’t cost a cent. . . I'm Still Waiting When I look at the mess we’re in right now, I’m asking Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How? Did Covid simply drop down from the sky? I’m asking How, Who, What, Where, When, and Why? Or did the Wuhan lab screw up back then? I’m asking Why, How, Who, What, Where, and When? With gain of function research over there? I’m asking When, Why, How, Who, What, and Where? Please tell me, without “if” or “and” or “but;” I’m asking Where, When, Why, How, Who, and What? I only want the honest truth, don’t you? I’m asking What, Where, When, Why, How and WHO? Each day the obfuscation seems to grow. I can’t believe that Fauci doesn’t know. . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and three collections of poetry including Mostly Sonnets, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in The Lyric, Poetry Salzburg (Austria) Review, California Quarterly, Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online, Better than Starbucks, WestWard Quarterly, Society of Classical Poets, and The Chained Muse.