Corona
by Eithne Cullen
The tea hut’s closed
no rowing boats for hire
the Alfred Hitchcock’s
shutters down;
people walk despite the
cold and mud and
warnings to stay home
and stay apart.
A little girl flies a kite
laughing and free,
a game of catch keeps
women metres apart.
Two guys walk past with
bottles in their hands and
swig Corona, trendy brand.
Gorse glares blindingly,
swans ...










