April 9, 2020, michaelbray Poetry,

A Corona Spring

Spring is here and
There ain’t much cheer. 
Folk are locked away
With little to say to one another
As they keep to themselves under cover
In the hope that isolation
Will be the protection they need
To continue to feed on good air
So they can breathe with ease and please
One another with the wealth
Of good health.

9 April, 2020

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