Wednesday, March 25, 2020

The trees are watching


What sights pass before them:
a parade ground
of the incarcerated
taking exercise
like lepers.
A plague of the condemned
sentenced without trial.

The media spews air-raid warnings
where homes
are the only shelters,
in a reversal of roles.
Closed doors
are drawbridges
warding off attack
from unseen assailants
and the breath of strangers.

Lovers, separated by balconies,
are echoed Romeos -
lest the distance police attend
their prenuptual perambulations.

The trees are watching
this is something new.


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