Silent towns

Big, wet, end-of-March snowflakes muffle the sounds of the already-silent town.
38 (or more) signs paper the windows of the stores on Main Street.
Closed until further notice
So sorry
See you soon
But there's no one to see.
No one walks the streets anymore, especially when the snow is wet as rain and it piles on shoulders like burdens that come right back after you brush them off.
The town was already about to be ravaged by unnecessary construction.
Small businesses were already suffering.
Every couple of windows there were already signs.
Building for sale
Space for rent 
Closed for the season
Now there are signs in every window because 
We can't breathe the same air 
Anymore.

The world wants this town to be silent.
It was already breaking
Slowly
But in ways you could see.
Now, there is only
Coronavirus
COVID-19 
Plastered across the sides of all the pretty brick buildings
COVIDCOVIDCOVIDCOVIDCOVIDCOVIDCOVID
Everything whispers just loud enough for you to think it was the wind 
And now the snow.
Even the occasional passing of a car is reduced to a mere hush,
A swish as the unplowed snow is parted,
Breaking the silence 
That covered
The already-silent town.