I’m pretty busy with my PhD stuff this week (I just successfully submitted my official thesis proposal, woohoo!) and I haven’t done one of these impressionist poem thingies in a while, so here’s the fifth one:

Lockdown

Empty hallways, empty workspace, empty pubs.

Empty wallets, empty hopes, empty gloomy winter days.

A dash of spring, a white glimpse of first snowdrops.

Lockdown.

The sun is out, but the people are still in hiding.