Quarantine again

The thing about isolation,
is that some people
no longer care.
No debates or
leering flirtations.
No opinions on Boris or Joe,
or which game to watch.
Barriers reconstructed,
an empty wind
dancing in the air.
So, I reach out to life –
to every leaf that falls.
A morning alone,
a workday alone.
But still, a wandering

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