shadows behind curtains - a poem

Shadows behind curtains
flicker grey on grey
through mist and clatter
of dishes scrubbed
robotlike
one side to the other.

I smile and wave
a pause suspended
dish poised for the rack
and then a smile returned
perhaps the first
and last exchanged

upon this day.

ml’24

(The isolation of Covid has brought a new reality to all, especially those living alone in silent anguish.)

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