Six Feet
JADEN MASSARO
Another time the sun would shine, But it’s given up on the empty street. Close the door, you know what for… Deep breath through cloth and count to six feet. Even though I want to know Friendly faces in 3D and full-scale, Got to stay one screen away; Hand to the glass, like a two-way jail. I keep on hoping for a grand re-opening, Jack in the cardboard box of my address. Keep on waiting, they keep equating: “Let’s stay still, we’re still making progress.” Moving in place, room to pace, News isn’t new, the paper’s blank. Out and about is a social drought; “Please don’t be polite.” “Okay.” “Thanks.” Quick, understand! We’ll be gloved hand-in-hand, Ready to go when changes come knocking. Simply said, just look ahead To the day when six feet can start walking.
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