Social Spacing
Sneaking in the side door,
dimming lights hang from the ceiling.
We gathered in groups of 4 or less
safeguarding our space.
Each in turn
had the chance to speak.
within the shrinking four walls
of the room.
After each had spoken their peace
we left the room like zombies.
No hugs, no touches,
nothing to show that we were ever there.
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