When you are walking along an almost empty street,
and see the next masked passerby
a few hundred steps ahead,
both of you carefully plan your routes,
so to stay at least six-feet away.
You do not looking at each other when passing...
When at some spot you see construction
and maintenance people, masked as well:
raise your hand, as you meet them, nod your head,
and, suddenly, in this empty and solemn atmosphere,
you will experience the bright-eyed smile,
and you will see the face behind the mask,
and in this moment you will recognize -
nothing has changed.
Nothing has changed
© Copyright: Саша Казаков, 2020
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This poem is encouraging in a quiet way. I like the precise details and the simplicity.
Yana
Яна Кане 20.04.2020 14:52 • Заявить о нарушении
Yana
Яна Кане 20.04.2020 14:52 • Заявить о нарушении
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