Saturday, 28 March 2020

CORONA POME

CORONA

The dances of evasion
as we criss-cross the emptying streets
are an unexpected delight. It’s
a scene populated by film extras.
Around every corner
speeds a white van
carrying potatoes or thieves
plumbers, electricians, deliverers
of boxed this and that, or plague.

We pass one another
with wry smiles
or head averted
with nods, scowls
and occasional indifference.

The sky has been pristine blue
almost fragile, spring detailed
in delicate blossom, demossing trunks.
We breathe in the crisp air
and think twice.  The earth spins
and the world stands still
within this crown of light.


WPW
28.iii.2020

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