Lockdown Travel Diary, Poetry

#37

The bin man's head
Is in his hands
As he sits in
The idling lorry

The lone child 
At the back of
The bus wears
An unseasonably
Thick jacket

The gloved woman
Claws the mask 
From her face

Futile
Our sweat is not
From the heat now

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