BONUS SONNET: A Hermit, Humbled

Blood drives have set my social calendar

For too long now, I see, as my worst friend,

Who no longer runs Cheyenne's events -- er...

No longer makes the standard call whose end

Is tapping me, for which the dear still thinks

He needs to ply me with a fun night out

Of catching up, bar trivia and drinks.

He knows better, of course, but now without

That fall-back we have let a month go by.

Today I noticed this and felt bad, so

A bowling night has drawn me out. Now I

Sit in the alley drinking with comrades

And humbled. They forgive me these, my bads.