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"STAY 2 METRES APART": garish white letters,
painted at night by a benign tyrant?
Leering white letters, brilliant on the ground,
I winced at them when I ventured out today,
barely breathing.
A modern burning bush - a sign of
decay? The fallen blossoms curl up like red fortune fishes
Cowering from the tyrannical paint,
as they wait to decompose
While our clunking blundering
declines
and falls transfigure our race
We fall so we can rise altered like
Michael Jordan stood high up and tall
Nature you're humankind's basket
when you short-sightedly thought you're the ball!
