New , short enough to include here (just one more today!):


The dogs still bark like they always did
and romp and run outside and back in

The birds still sing, maybe more, even,
than they did before, or maybe we're hearing

them now finally that we're pulled outside
of ourselves, even while we're hunkered,

bunkered in our houses, a silent bombing
carrying on outside. England during wartime.

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