Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)
Listen. The directionless
monoxide retch
of engines – quarrelling
in sick arteries
has quieted.
Listen as animals call
from traffic islands,
twitchels and premium
wasteland – unsure
of the silence but testing –
brush tails quivering
at the opportunity
to reclaim their stolen
nightlands.
Listen as the air thins
and echoes sound in
the urban uncertain –
leaves rattling,
soundtracking the street
with the louche cadence
of a diffident guiro.
Listen. You can hear
the buildings breathing.
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