The dogs bark still
the park still laughs
siren echos its pain
same as yesterday
car rumbles by
window uptight
a glance of fear
returned
Maybe the virus
roams the street
Backward I retreat
I lock the door
Part the blind
the figure walks on
News head flicker
death is coming
yes, another
then another
someone’s mother
suits behind suits
the experts play
serious and by demand
stay in place
don’t worry
be happy
money to rain
like manna
live from TV town
no business
no product
my neighbor
unloading the SUV
with all but the shelf
I wave
I part the blind
neighbor is home
garage door closed
