Ninety-First Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
venturing
onto the tree-lined street
for the first time
my old friend sings
to a songbird's melody
the smell
lingers in São Paulo's air
row upon row
of wooden grave markers
waiting for names
NeverEnding Story, July 18 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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