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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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