covid-19 poem
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“The End”
. . . of this poetry journal. How many days – weeks – months are we…
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“Breath and Blood”
. . . I thought that was what all this was about— all the shuttering of…
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“Not Sure”
. . . Not entirely sure why alongside stats of infection and death the news charts…
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“Light”
. . . As the Summer sun reclaims the sky it throws off cold and frost…
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“Waiting”
. . . Here again. Where? Curious brain, always needing details. Truth is, I do not…
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“I am not a counselor”
. . . I know it. He knows it. I am here only to serve one…
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“How to Give a Gift”
. . . Choose from what is in your house. Decorate with dryed out Crayola markers.…
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“Evening Answers”
Evening answers/the morning softly/darkness gathers/trees, stores, homes/as a hen her warm chicks…
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“Little Things”
Today’s COVID-19 poem is a celebration of the little things Spring has brought to us!
A broken tulip 