Disquiet There is nothing sweet today as the sun rises over silent homes, cars covered in icy coats. No vapour trails blister the sky nonchalant pigeons cloacal kiss a blackbird chuk, chuk’s as Macavity creeps by. Lone jogger coughs her breath poisons the air the shutter shuts on my final shot. David Street
This is a poem about isolation during the coronavirus (COVID-19. The picture is of a typical early morning street scene in rural Norfolk UK
David Street
