There are no clubs or cozy cafés, no pints on tap, no films downtown, so at exactly 7:30
we stand on the sidewalk, appropriately distanced of course, and launch into cacophonous
tribute with our pots and pans as a between-calls ambulance cruises slowly past
and replies with a siren WHOOP and
lights, and we bang our cookware
harder, hearts bursting, who doesn’t love a parade, grinning like idiots and telling
the kids, you’ll remember this—then we all peaceably disperse, thankful for our responders
and our fellow citizens and the relative sanity of our politicians, and knowing
we are #StrongerTogether.Photo by Ron Thompson, April 2020
