Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Silver Lining (Obligatory Covid 19 Poem)

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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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This entry was posted on April 6, 2020 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , .
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