Different Air
The air is heavy now
It hangs down low
It dips below the waist
It touches the floor
Carries arguments from next door
It opens wide for hot lead
Speaks to humming birds blown by the breeze
Takes pathogens on a ride
So breathing is no longer free
What use to be real
Has now turned into reality TV
No more visiting family and friends with ease
The pandemic has made everyday living
Into a mockery
But no matter how different the air is…
We still have to breathe
Love always, Esha ❤
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