• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 06


No more hiding in manicured hedgerows
barricading roads, dressing up turnstiles,
anticipating road rage & terrific traffic jams.

Red watermelon wedge piercing fields of green,
rag-tag panic parades as pensive social unrest,
spiderweb pandemic ensnaring global victims.

Isolation propagates homeland holidays,
distancing often increasing apprehension
to those detached from the internet highway.

Following science fact, ignoring massive media spin,
ethereal dreams seem privately pushed by the wayside,
sober pragmatism making slaves of us all.

As citizens lock down, wait daily for renewal,
ever on lost horizons, after each setting sun,
nature moves forward unveiling cleansed skies.