We walked the dusty street,
Leaves have blown against the cracks
Stores and restaurants show signs of stress.
Some venders closed for certain days
Others open with StreetSide cafes in front.
Others boarded up with RIP signs, now, ‘Closed.’
People’s smiles are still covered with mask
Some fun, some just black or white
So, you look at the eyes to see, if they are smiling.
Sometimes you think they are
Sometimes you are pretty sure they are not.
But you smile anyway and hope they noticed.
I see the sweet owner with her blonde hair
Step out to freshen the café tables
She is only a shadow of her old self.
She has lost weight but still just as lovely
Her spring dress is apron adorned.
She busies herself, she survived.
The trees line the streets in autumn
The dead leaves continue to fall
Symbolic of the last 18 months.
The wind has a familiar air of a post war,
a time where everything was changed
A time now, where it will never be the same.
I walk with a friend who knew the before
She now feels the after
We, stop to shop for Christmas
We smile and remember
We talk of hope and December
And for a moment, we feel a healing touch.
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