#2,560 Every two metres a nudge

Every two metres a nudge
of worn-out advice –
those
distances
[& advantage for
critical workers back then]
& rubbed-at instructions –
I
watched a kid hop on one –
we see expressions –
a loss
back then –
she jumps into
her father’s arms –
a loss of
touch back then –
I lived in
loneliness
[cut-off from all
those auld ways –
work was
reduced] –
back then I wore
masks & bore an anonymity
now lost –
I enjoyed no face