Editor:
Empty streets, empty shelves,
March Madness
empty.
Nighthawk’s diner
deserted.
It was never so quiet.
If I turn off the radio,
turn off Internet,
the world reveals it’s decision
to keep on living.
Along the river
more birds fly than yesterday
and people pass
at social distance
with a smile and “Good day!”
The ice is melting,
spring is almost here.
Just a few more sunrises
and day will be longer than night.
It happens every year.
Tim Murphy,
Poet Laureate of Canmore
