Social Distancing
Near Hill Street where life once freely flowed,
Now stands we, distant, six feet space between,
Under Los Angeles skies, a silent ode
To a world paused, in scenes once unforeseen.
Here at the bus stop, a queue so sparse and still,
Each soul a sentinel in their own right,
Guarding the gap, a newfound social will,
In the shadow of a pandemic's blight.
The city breathes, a rhythm slow and deep,
As palms sway gently in a somber dance,
Echoing streets where memories we keep,
Marked by the lines of cautious, fleeting glance.
Yet in this space, humanity endures,
Bound by hope, a future reassured.