Plaza Scene in the Time of the Coronavirus
Birds pick at rice
gone stale on the steps of the church.
no choir sings matins
on this Sunday morn.
Rolling over in their beds
or gathered around the breakfast table,
the faithful listen to the mass
broadcast over speakers
loud enough to be heard a mile away,
while belligerent teens, sabotaging
their parents’ careful advice,
make the green benches
in the plaza across the street
their communal habitat.