Salford, April 27 2020
Where did the weekend go ?
start of a week in a time of lockdown
quarter to seven – even the resident birds are still sleeping
a new feathered friend flies past the window
he mustn’t have got the memo
Right about now
Ra is popping his head up over the horizon
painting colours on the waterside
The hour draws closer
and I can hear the rumble of traffic
of essential workers
on the busiest road in the country
occasionally stopping
for petrol or snacks
at the metro mart
Auntie beat them all to the charge
Breakfast telly started an hour ago.
Wonderful poem
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