gray sky
the back-and-forth swaying
of bare branches
a street suddenly empty
of pedestrians
a wrapped package
left out on the front stoop
trembling hands
heart racing just entering
the local supermarket
A descending crow in flight
no sign of its murder
so silent
within these closing-in walls
another Friday
A caught breath at every
curious throat tickle
Follow a lone crow
still no way away from
this pandemic time
Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads April 2020 – Day 3 – Existentialism (Imagined by Kerry)
Frank J. Tassone 
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