A PANDEMIC POEM – SYMPHONY – Ben Macnair

Symphony
The ambient noise of cars,
the atonal honk of impatient drivers,
rushing to work, until

March 2020.

When the Skies became clearer,
the Roads, quieter,
the deadlines, the timetables, simply

Memories

The Birdsong,
the rhythmic tarmac strike of pedestrians,
a Symphony.
The Quiet third movement of a Concerto,
and at the end,
only one sound,

Blackbird music.

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