Corona

the water on the pail
has overflowed
now you must feel
the coldness too

the rain will be heavy
and it will fall for nights and
days and the road will be
flooded again

this time no child will play
boat in the water
women with black umbrellas
will pass on the streets as
though nothing happened

life is like that
even the vine with nice flowers
are pruned
the trellis sometimes do not
want any tendrils

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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