Sixty-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
a masked old man
raises a quivering hand
to his forehead
gravestones, row on row,
stretch to the horizon
PoemHunter, May 25 2020
A Room of My Own: Stock Ticker Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCXCVI: "stock ticker "
a bruised girl’s hand
clutches a slice of bread
in pixels—
a stock ticker flashes past
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