The Poetry Shed

A Virtual Classroom
Ode

Trevor’s Ode to Quarantine

Here, among the 
onyx-topped tables
wicker-backed chairs
chipped glass ashtrays 
scalding heat-lamps
rain-soaked awnings 
constantly swinging doors.
Surrounded by
conversation
unintelligible language
smoke
half-smoked cigarettes 
crisp air
footsteps, lots of footsteps.
Only you can bring a swift end to
normalcy 
hurrying
appointments
blowing off appointments
worrying about blowing off appointments
not caring about blowing off appointments 
life.
--Trevor