A warm summer’s evening:
A light breeze.
Green trees,
with an orange sunset.
And where:

The birds chirped.
The cat purred.
The dog barked.
The parents yelled—

and the baby cried:
Being cradled gently and carried away
by an elderly woman,
with a somber face and badge on her hip.

Pratt Institute attendee, Connor Williams started learning to write about what mattered after fleeing Brooklyn in the wake of Covid-19.