The bricks alone
tremble outside in the waning cold,
From the now infrequent passing,
of the subway trains beneath.
Apart from the 5 minutes daily at 7:00pm, when
the city stands from their television-seats
out their windows they lean-in
and roars to life in salute to the brave and strong of heart.
And even still, apart from the distanced quiet,
the city reminds you that it is a still a city,
with a surprising buzz of construction here and there
piercing through the widening space segregated by the virus.
Even amidst this pandemic,
and the silence it has wrought upon our streets,
birdsongs abound with the return of the flower blooms,
beneath the glorious blue spring sky, life returns again.