Pandemic Swing. A poem by Kristen Roberts

pandemic traffic
is a lullaby
time is deep

I ride with reverence
new rhythm
without the enmity and heave

a before unseen
footpath hustle

same sun-warm face
deftness of breeze

magpies are business as usual;
sometimes
it’s hard to remember

contrails seem figments
of whimsy
but my wishes
still have wings.

…………

Kristen Roberts is a poet and teacher from Melbourne’s western suburbs.

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