Lockdown Travel Diary, Poetry

#23

In the lull it's possible
To smell the wilt
Of the blossom
And hear Ariel
Sing from her shower
On the third floor

We thought we could
Enjoy this Spring
Strolling along
The seafront
Or through the wood
Instead of
From our back gardens
Wait, no, from our patios
No, from our front doors
No, our open windows
Our body-moulded beds

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