watching things blow by
in the wind
The silent terror
screams in my brain
there's something
in the wind
not the poly bags
or hurtling gulls
something unseen
breathed in
incubates
two metre rule
turns to four
then six
we avoid
each other
masks become
fashionable
everyone's a doctor
a cough earns
stone face stares
hushed breath
in the stores
there's something
in the wind...