We're Inconvenienced. They're Imperiled

The world's changed. It's now unwise
To simply hop a plane to fly off to
A place where it's still warm. Waves
Break on almost empty beaches. High-
Rise condos stand in silence over
Unused swimming pools, and all
The eager locals who had cooked
And served the tourists dinners,
Pedaled trinkets, vacuumed floors,
To keep their families fed and clothed
Are out work. They're growing
Desperate. It's unsafe for us to travel.
Our one worry is disease. In this new
World, they have two: the virus
And the likelihood that they won't
Get to eat.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-21 at 18:15

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