Little Flames

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Little flames are still erupting

Greedily licking their way into life

Anywhere

Taunting, trying, needing to spread

Smoke, screens

Everywhere


Little fires are still bursting

Our bubbles

Isolating

Extinguishing

Our trajectory, our plans


But science-tested-masked-up,

Public-invested-double-jabbed-up

We are still fighting

Riding parabolic waves of

Peaking panic

Troughs of calm


Three, now four Waves

lapping in and out of consciousness

Have maybe lost fright,

Have maybe lost plain sight?

Of firefighting in hospital hinterlands


For we are now playing

Down the levels

Elbow-bumping our way through cattle-run city corridors

Sipping our cocktails


For, we live and,

If we will, we still can

Find ourselves.

After all this

There are still green places


But we are so

Exhausted

by extinguishing

The last 16 months

Please

Still the flames

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2021-07-06/u-k-to-change-self-isolation-rules-for-those-with-double-jabs


Alison McIntosh

28 July 2021

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