Cheery voices in the street
Dogs, bikes and runners pass on by
Delighted in the sun to fry!
The Boitsfort market touts its wares
But a one-way system invites stares
Past the bank round barricades
A sense of virus still pervades.
Police control the waiting crowd;
Once 'in', no dawdling is allowed
The atmosphere is somewhat tense
How many will short cut the fence?
The casual joy of pick and choose
And chats with neighbours sharing news
Now seems a distant memory
I ponder – are we really free?
There's talk of drones and 'track and trace'
What loss of privacy we face ...
I give it up – it's all too hard
Like Shakespeare's lovers – we're ill-starred!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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