Though both of them may leave a trail;
Yet when locked behind closed doors
When one drops in, it's loud applause!
I mean the letter – not the snail;
The Commune's promise does not fail
Two masks with 'mode d'emploi' arrive
I'm now all set to go outside!
A first! I've not worn one of those
It fits in place o'er mouth and nose
This year's essential fashion fad
Ideal when rush hour crowds go mad!
For those who lip read, it is Hell
Do eye expressions augur well?
Mirrors of the soul we're told
A phrase, alas, which turns blood cold ...
Chats with staff are not the thing
Browsing certainly not «in»
Sales of masks now top the chart
Schools open – with kids kept apart!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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