The breeze from the rushing train
Still brushes my long hair
Still gives a moment of surrender
Masks are hardly
Breathable
Yet supposedly protective
From airborne viruses
Almost midday
Feb frost and news
Acquaintances passing away
Have become the norm
Back to survival
Of the fittest Mr. Darwin
Some century and a half
After you uttered those words
Subway still on time
Winter still freezing
Virus still at large
21.2.21
