We're somewhere close to the living side of a ghost town:
Closed shops, empty parking lots, less traffic, bold lettered
proclamations of WE'RE STILL OPEN next to
the timid We'll Get Through This Together:
Hopeful, asking for money, for help breathing.
Not all, though, maybe most
Will get through this together,
Will get to keep this as a memory,
A face mask souvenir from passing through,
Just six feet away from heavy chested ghosts.
Homes will keep standing, rent unpaid, holding
The living who breathe safe air,
Shaking their heads at their anxiety,
Laughing at the way they doubted
Their invincibility.
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