Lockdown TownA Poem by PeteAs you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness. - ThoreauPeople are dying. No one is flying. "Closed" signs in doors. Media keeping scores. Sarcastic streets are empty. Day has become night. Fear embracing plight. A pathogenic, masked bandit has held up life. Armed with social strife. Stores pickpocketed and rude. "Keep well" has become a sick platitude. Breathing contagious and the living crude. Suspicious eyes search for the sun's infected corona. "Positive" prayers gut fish in search of Jonah. Feeling blessesd. "Negative" reads the test. Nothing to do but clean. Damn this quarantine ... <
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