Social Isolation: Day 18

This sun today scrubs
            dread from everything.
Once we are out and circling
            the big park meadow
I believe in spring.
Sharp yellow green
            of willows
swaying over water,
            the wren,  the cardinal
singing evensong,
running toward the moon
            lit like a cookie
in the eastern sky.
            Only the please
on their parents’ faces
            reminds us where we are.
S. Robbins,  April 4, 2020

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