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The birds are singing an opening chorus
for the pollen laden bees to hum
over the flower beds in the park
which buzz as well as bloom.
Summer is in full swing.
But in the playground
the swings are empty,
the marks of courts and pitches
have already faded.
It’s deserted now.
Since the lockdown
no one plays outdoors.
None of us play the old games anymore.
There are new rules this summer
as we stay at home
carefully distanced
in our hazy miasma
of enforced laziness
waiting and hoping
that the clouds
hanging over us
will be blown away
before memories fade
with the laughter of children
and the marks on the ground.
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