COVID-19 Diary: 4/15/20

This sunny morning
the picket fence casts its shadow
on the grey sidewalk.

A small white dog runs
through the lines of light and dark,
leading a walker.

Sirens come and go
in the still unfamiliar
city quietness.

Pulled through the rhythm
of loss and blinding beams of
the unnameable.

Roy Herndon Smith