Lockdown

It's strange to be in here alone. This square
Seems so much larger when no others
Are around. The restaurants are closed,
Their tables stacked and chained up close
To them. Two police cars slowly go in
Circles on the cobblestones. Beyond,
The streets also are empty. Single figures,
Darkly dressed, appear, but soon are gone
Again. A city, an entire city, seems to have
Become abandoned, given over to the pigeons
And the gulls which glide above, and make
Their mournful cries.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-14 at 23:27

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