Another Shitty Poem About Quarantine

We watch the seasons change from our windows,

unable to go outside in the sun.

We watch the world turn from inside our front door,

knowing that the Earth rotates on.

From across the street a neighbor shouts their greetings.

We both comment on how the weather looks today.

The phone rings and it’s family you rarely speak to.

You take hours to catch up with them today.

The high spring sun still beats upon my garden.

The wind still whispers in the trees.

We are watching spring from the kitchen window,

waiting for the end of quarantine.

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