D i s t a n c e

 

Doorstep
c o n v e r s a t i o n s .
Born out of concerns for our
c o l l e c t e d
health. We stopped
t a l k i n g .
Hours passed through us, 
p a r t e d
You there. Keeping our
d i s t a n c e .
Till
t a l k i n g 
felt weirder than not.
W a l k i n g 
just to work up an appetite for tea. Past the
c e m e t e r y .
Down the hill. Stopping
d e a d
in our tracks to keep the 
d i s t a n c e .
Busy worshipping the Sun 
because our pubs are closed. 

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