Two Hundred and Sixty-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
jolted awake
by a recurring nightmare:
my body floats
in a world of styrofoam balls
dotted with red spikes
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a sudden rise
in breakthrough cases ...
hush of leaf fall
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a long line
at the checkout counter
as sunlight slants in
the masked cashier smiles
with her hazel eyes
