Under Quarantine
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At first, the view from my window looks bare;
abandoned streets and empty parking lots.
Yet things I hadn't before now, noticed there,
entice my muse and captivate my thoughts.
A pigeon lands on my balcony rail;
its iridescent feathers inked with light.
And as though this virus lifted a veil;
suddenly, its beauty came into sight.
While Nature can't be corralled or contained;
this lockdown allows me to observe Her.
And when anxieties and nerves get stained,
She reduces white noise to a whisper.
Though my body is under quarantine,
my mind is as free as it's ever been.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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