On the streets the camera
Watches the odd observer
Stopping to watch the trees
In bloom and the flowers at
His feet, worn from walking
The observer is observed
The dog looks at the masked
Bespectacled man suspiciously
Could he be the dog-catcher or
Just the post-corona survivor
Guarding against the next wave?
The anonymous do not draw
Crowds to an untimely death
They go about their daily life
As peacefully as possible
Do not dream of what is not
Possible or desirable or lasting
They are happy to just see
A butterfly on their way to work
And the moon shining when they
Come trudging home on tired feet.
