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two fat pigeons perched on a telephone wire, they look in love, behind them, the sky blooms crimson like a gunshot wound, catches my breath. i don’t stop to stare. a police van idles nearby. i fish the nose mask from my pocket, clutch it tight in my fist, just in case. our country has since stalled into a go slow. around me, sealed shops & empty buildings stretch lifeless for miles, monuments of a once-alive city, every one of us hurried into isolation, the unfortunate victims of history. i bend the corner & small car whizzes by, rushing towards its own life. a shop owner stands in front of her shop & contemplates hunger. four girls stroll past, laughing as they go & i wonder where they get their joy from, take a little bit for myself but save it for a more important time. up ahead, two lovers walk hand in hand, against the odds, heads angled towards each other, watching the sun go down.