Surreal, were it not Real (Sydney, 05:09, 22/03/2020)

By | 1 October 2020

Fine sand bakes, unshadowed, on Bondi Beach in the mid-day sunshine.
The Kaaba is deserted; desultory knots linger at the Western Wall.
Lonely footfall sends metallic echoes down the steps at Waterloo station.
Redundant car horns on 5th Avenue; a forest of orange taxi lights.
And the world lies still, and quiet, at home now,
Thinking of friends lying in negative pressure rooms,
And anticipating, imagining, what is yet to come.

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