Mike Bell/ July 2, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Pull up your mask – tight on
your face – hide your smile –

enfold your breath – you are
a decent person – keep it on

& wear your compassion for
a frightened other – align it

as it slips – then re-adjust it –
wear it to keep shielding all

those in your reach [a metre
is also an avowal of concern

shown to strangers] – We are
oafish conveyors of diseases

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