Engraved in collective memory

Turning wheels that came to a halt

Abruptly, with no warning.

Speeding cars on the highways

Trains hurrying on their tracks.

Crowds of people filling the streets.

Laughing kids skateboarding in parks.

There was never enough time to do

all the working, shopping, cooking and cleaning.

Then March came shining rays of sun on empty shelves

and deserted streets.

There is plenty of time to do

All that was left undone.

Dreaming of the summer in my safe, sterile nest.

Touching the world through the computer screen.

Over Agnieszka

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