it is early morning
on a Wednesday
and here the streets
are empty
the priest is on quarantine
and women whose lives
want meaning
are forced to stay and
cook and sew and tend
the garden
rainy day here and the
streets are empty
vendors are out on an
ordinance prohibition
my white dogs stays beside
the butcher
waiting for a meat share
Wednesday and the street
is empty
hollow lives and scared birds
migrating to another country
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