A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
(March 26, 2020, the day the US takes the lead in Coronavirus cases)
Can they tell we are different, the deer?
Can they smell it on us, the fear,
trepidation in the way we walk,
Sometimes in winter’s cold bleak,
we watch them from a window.
The old, the strong, the young, the weak.
Now, they look at us. What do they know?
Copyright 2020 Robert Wrigley