Frozen bread
Day and darkness still
come as we expect
Dog barks sound the same
Look about and you can sometimes see traces
of a world you knew
We freeze the bread that we normally bought fresh each day
We no longer stand and greet in the sanctuary
We listen to tinny music videos and donate the money we saved for concerts
But we can breathe more easily when we enter our yards
We sleep better without the street noise
We can wait
This poem was inspired by
a news
item about a sacrifice made by the French to reduce the risk of
spreading the COVID-19 virus when they shop for bread.
Andy Oram
March 28 2020
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