by Eithne Cullen

 

The tea hut’s closed

no rowing boats for hire

the Alfred Hitchcock’s

shutters down;

people walk despite the

cold and mud and

warnings to stay home

and stay apart.

 

A little girl flies a kite

laughing and free,

a game of catch keeps

women metres apart.

Two guys walk past with

bottles in their hands and

swig Corona, trendy brand.

Gorse glares blindingly,

swans and geese preen while

noisy ducks are passing in between.

 

On the way home, a bus passes

driver and one passenger inside,

the restaurant near the corner’s empty –

huge, bulbous wine glasses

grace the empty tables, empty.

 

 

Copyright Eithne Cullen 2020

 

 

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