Village people

It takes a village
So they say
To send them
On their way

Hands full
Of love
Breakfast crumb
Tea cold swill

Not waving

Who will be
Just be
With me
In revelry?

Storm brews
For longer than
Cafe crews

Arms are tired
Holding up the sun

When fellows farewell
One by one
Who is left
But Mum

They need their village
Online only
Locked in
Sleeping in
till one

Are we allowed
Some fun?

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