Saturday Morning Sunrise
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

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