My first drive during the pandemic is
Into a ghost town
Onto a ghost highway
Around an empty corner
Filled with crows
Pecking invisible road-kill
Because the killing’s all taking place
Inside the home
In the kitchen
On the stairways
Over the hedge
Between the clotheslines
And when a car does appear,
Partnering up for a cozy dosido,
A sad duckling line of two,
I suddenly curse, and think,
“No! You’re too close! Get back!
6 feet apart, now…”
Forgetting that’s not for car lengths, but arm’s lengths
body lengths…
body bag lengths,
The lengths we all must go to survive this.
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