Day Five

Day five enclosed, among my books and pens,The worm must have its way.Bread, eggs and brocolli, our shopping, dropped by neighboursBeside our door, a portal barred to friends.“Take, eat, for thou. art frail and elderly.” Our neighbours, friends, beyondthe viral spitting distance, ‘Herewith news’We hear the silence of our little town,Deserted. People home, Day five.Continue reading “Day Five”