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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