Past My Quarantine Window

 

The black ribbon     cracked and cauterized     carries them like thirst     mouth to throat.

 

Hungry water     they trawl strollers     dogs     bags of to-go food     flimsy face masks

 

clutches of mail     toward     the    mouth.     They are soft as water     lifting

 

from the skin     of the ribbon     in ripples       throat-thirsty     fever-flushed     in     the     sun.