A Room of My Own: We're all in this together

Forty-Sixth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

kill the virus
not our business ...
the city hall
encircled
by chairs and tables

flatten the curve --
in breezy sunshine
row upon row
of half-naked bodies
on a sandy beach

end the lockdown ...
alone with my dog
for weeks
now I open the window
to taste the noise

Added: Forty-Seventh Entry:

lockdown lifted
still no handshake, no hug, no kiss
fading into the dark