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All prisoners now, we wave to the neighbors
We never had noticed before: a middle-aged
Woman who waters her plants, the stubborn
Old man who goes out with his dog, some
Children who laugh, faces mashed on their
Window, a man with a cigarette, glued to his
Phone, and a woman, who's masked and paces
Relentlessly. Most will wave back. Some
Turn quickly away. Our ears ring as silence
Envelops the city. Then someone below
Starts to sing on his balcony. Others join in.
We have something to share, at a distance,
Until we're paroled.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-17 at 16:02

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