Spring comes out of
The mere imperative
Of blind nostalgia
For the future

I spent the day
In self imposed
Lock down unpacking
Books from the attic

Onto dusty shelves
Just pushing the dust
To the back only to be
Seen again if I move

But I have no plans
Of doing that
Unless it is required
By external events

They say someone held
A wedding in the park
Yesterday in Boston
Anyway so life went on

Even though the streets
Were so deserted
If you tried you could hear
The flowers bloom

But there was no one there to try