A broken tulip

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All the robins are out, squabbling
and the people like robins
hop along squat sidewalk squares
call out to neighbours
tugged past too fast by fat dogs,
chasing their cycling children.

Neighbours are better than robins
they share news like juicy worms
over a fence, from the edges of driveways.
If you were a gossip (I’m not saying you are)
this would be glorious to you:
everyone’s thoughts in the open
called from six feet away, hung out in open air
like breezy, free, fresh laundry.
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Just a little tongue in cheek, perhaps! I’m loving seeing my neighbourhood come alive. I’ve spoken to more people on my street in the last days than in the last years combined! We’re sharing food, sharing birthdays, and banging pots every evening to celebrate health workers. The community is something to be grateful for.