Wednesday, May 27, 2020

The Bridge

I take long, separated walks
(receiving phone texts)—I’ve been “isolating.”
Miss you and the music.
How long, how long (may we predict)
must we continue “isolating?”
I take long, separated walks—

when someone approaches, I balk
into an alley so I can keep “isolating”
(head full of music),

and when friends visit, I don’t really want to talk
to them—wearing masks for “isolating.”
My long, separated walks

serve me well, I think,
in my steadfast “isolating.”
Miss you and the music.

Filling my entire urban district
with my sandal prints as I’m “isolating”
on my long, separated walk—
feet tapping our music.