A poem about social distancing, or as Billy Bragg was advocating the other evening, spatial distancing. It was inspired by how the pandemic has changed my wife's behaviour. Usually she would pick up cans and other rubbish lazier people had dropped in the street. She does not do this now. Though thankfully there is less about.
Anyway her behaviour led me to write this.
not so long ago
she
would have picked up that bottle
the
morning after merry makers had dropped it
along
with all the other litter
scattered
by the thoughtless
now
she leaves it be
keeps
to herself
he
concentrates on keeping his distance
no
jane austin character
was
ever more precise
they
pass
he
raises his hat
they
do not speak
he
double checks the space between them
If I am honest I do not understand the mindset of people who simply drop what they no longer need in the street. Seems alien to me. Lazy.
Here's a video of Anna Ternheim.
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