Location: London, UK
COVID-19 / Coronavirus Outbreak
Lockdown
The Streets - a poem
The streets
The streets they are different.
Where once people jostled
Now they avoid.
Discarded coffee cups replaced by surgical masks
Rainbows in chalk,
Chairs at ends of paths,
A shouted conversation.
On Thursdays at 8 people emerge with a roar
A moment of union before isolation again.
Families walk together
New exercises are run
Courtesies extended where once they were absent
Selfishness ignited in defiance or ignorance.
The streets, the streets are still busy
But the hubbub is ordered and queued
The streets mill with the people still working,
Once maligned, now key.
The streets will be the same again.
We will bump, shove and excuse a touch once more.
But for now the streets are quiet
As people listen and stay indoors.
The Streets - a poem
The streets
The streets they are different.
Where once people jostled
Now they avoid.
Discarded coffee cups replaced by surgical masks
Rainbows in chalk,
Chairs at ends of paths,
A shouted conversation.
On Thursdays at 8 people emerge with a roar
A moment of union before isolation again.
Families walk together
New exercises are run
Courtesies extended where once they were absent
Selfishness ignited in defiance or ignorance.
The streets, the streets are still busy
But the hubbub is ordered and queued
The streets mill with the people still working,
Once maligned, now key.
The streets will be the same again.
We will bump, shove and excuse a touch once more.
But for now the streets are quiet
As people listen and stay indoors.
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