The city warms
with honeyed sun,
lazy
afternoons they like
to call say,
when doors
and windows
open, letting out
winter
hostages, grown
restive and tense
Families
picnic and take
aqua plunges,
vacations
for all and none,
outdoor eating
being less fun
without food
And their mother's
blind fear
—impenetrable—
jails her children
while their friends
run
free
two blocks from here
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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