A people silhouetted, deprivation glimpse

No mores:

No more chatter

No more sniffing the cantaloupe

No more exchanging cigarettes hand to hand

Above the unyielding concrete

 

No sense of wonder, on the shortest roads home

Do the gloves come off before the mask?

Traditions droppingaway

Distance stands in for etiquette

Or does the mask come off before the gloves?

Just the time to ponder

the
errant
lint
fraying
off
former
exaltation

 

This poem was published as part of a series in a special issue, The Great Pause, of Press Pause Press.

Andy Oram
April 14, 2020