Swiftly sweeping away the every day:
Shuttering stores, gates down, spaces vacant
Except for shelves, seats, and machines unused.
The winds of winter blew across boroughs,
arrived on jet streams, breathed new reality into our faces.
Vernal equinox turned us toward more sun
Though we are now shadowed behind our own walls.
In our rooms, some shared, some alone,
We must face the many crowns of this corona,
Like misanthropic monarchs taking over vast regions of our lives,
Bodies decimated by its colonization.
Our only power is staying within
Our own fortresses, reaching out
To the world behind masks,
Waiting and hoping for this epoch to fade.
Now it is April, a kinder month.
While thousands fade with the transient tree blossoms,
Thousands extend from stronger roots,
Growing leaves, together forming canopies for the next season.
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