March 31, 2020
Triple Lunacy
—
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
—
the poem faltered, froze,
hesitated about describing the
emerging world
—
now while still in the midst of trauma
empty of concepts of what the
world will be like
—
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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