Popping Bubbles – A Lockdown Poem

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Meandering.

Dodging people. Stepping back. Avoiding those who’d plough into and through me,

given half the chance.

But I’m chancing nothing.

If Covid is a myth, then so is my existence.

It’s dodge

’em or

POP GONE!

Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, 19th September 2020

Image by Robert Armstrong from Pixabay

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Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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