
the saturday before the second
lockdown – people queue in shops
for gardening items/hobby builders/
gourmets have a last taste of their
favourite dish in their preferred
ambient setting.
a/ my neighbour walks with me
to the obi-supermarket
while i’ll better get my documents
to mrs c
obtain a red cross pass for low-income
groups/artists/the elderly/the jobless
crowds/the hungry/
while on the other hand
supermarkets throw away tons of food.
here/at the social-market
are only a few items of food displayed:
long lasting low fat milk/tin foods/
carnival-donuts filled with apricot
marmalade/ricotta/chocolate ginger
breads.
well/we’ll survive the second lockdown
for how long it’ll last nobody knows
but let’s focus on creative work
and forget the exit ban.
the poet and the artist don’t mind
the stricter general regulations
that much
don’t they work in a state of recluse
most of their times?
recluse.esulcer
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.