part of the National Poetry Month 2020 series

the north lake is full of algae
but the south lake is clear and blue
we walked the south one today and
the dogs nearly fell asleep on the shore
the sun was hot as it's getting
lately and the birds sang blackberries
into existence on the bushes
the people keep their distance to
themselves and we worry about the water
fountain and its dirtiness
we got back to the car and breathed
but didn't touch our faces yet