With the window open

I hear:

the rising wind

the geese on the wing

a world taking flight

come to a stop

The cities still themselves

While humankind seeks cover

The world stops

Jarring us out of the normal

Pulling us into a shift

Whether we resist

Whether we adapt

Transformation will come

On empty streets

And in clear skies

Nature will have her way – Caroline A. Slee

Empty Streets #MondayBlogs

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