Volume 24, Number 137,

Deserted Cities
by Connie Chittick

Like a movie set at lunchtime,
not a person can be seen.

No cars, no bikes, no children;
only dogs, with space between.

We bang our pots at seven,
for those who risk their lives;

to keep us safe and healthy
from this virus that deprives.

People stay at home and wait.
Everyone does their part.

We look outside, we hold our breath.
Still hope within our hearts.

We’ve seen this place before.
It’s strange, it feels surreal.

And yet there are still some
who don’t believe it’s real.

Although the numbers scare us;
each day we are surprised.

One thing we know for certain.
Tomorrow, the sun will rise.