Sirens clouding over the quiet air

Sound like they’re on my porch


Another follows, piercing

A train answers, squealing


But the streets are mostly empty

And mostly silent


Vehicles without sirens are speeding

People dog-walking seem cluttered


Darting away from fellow walkers

Further isolating the isolated


Silently grateful for the friend

Who loves me no matter what


In this silent city

Still loud, but quieter now


I can hear my friend’s breath

Happy at her end of the leash


Maia Waern

Nov 25 2020

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