The Clock has Stopped

It's a joke, well, not a joke entirely.
She wears her mask, but there's not
Anyone around. The lobby's empty,
As are all the rooms. The office
Buildings on the street outside, which
Brought the travelers, the sellers
And executives, are closed. The airplanes
Which once flew them here are parked.
They've ceased to fly. A man moves
Among chairs and tables, disinfecting
Pointlessly in sky blue mask and matching
Gloves. A single cab is parked beyond
The doors. Its driver sits inside, the only
Other person near, drinking coffee silently
And pawing at his phone. It's a joke,
Her being here. She may as well have
Stayed at home to wonder, as does everyone,
When this is going to end.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-09 at 14:47

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