Three More Poems of a Pandemic

March 31, 2020

Triple Lunacy

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round – round – up and down

carousel

feels like every day

—

day is night is day

again the

circling never stops

—

whole world spins around

can’t get off

circling round and round

— 

round – round – up and down

carousel

feels like every day

—

day is night is day

again the

circling never stops

—

whole world spins around

can’t get off

circling round and round

—

round – round – up and down

carousel

feels like every day

—

day is night is day

again the

circling never stops

—

whole world spins around

can’t get off

circling round and round

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April 1, 2020

Poem

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the poem faltered, froze,

hesitated about describing the

emerging world

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now while still in the midst of trauma

empty of concepts of what the

world will be like

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weary with being sequestered – zooming

over and searching frantic for

revelation of how we have changed our

living and how we can

discern this whole new world

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April 2, 2020

The Yardstick

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there once was a yardstick who measured

the distance between us to treasure

the space was six feet

just five would be treat

but virus exerted the pressure

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