Forty-Sixth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
kill the virus
not our business ...
the city hall
encircled
by chairs and tables
flatten the curve --
in breezy sunshine
row upon row
of half-naked bodies
on a sandy beach
end the lockdown ...
alone with my dog
for weeks
now I open the window
to taste the noise
NeverEnding Story, May 4 2020
A Room of My Own: Home, Sweet Home
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, XLI: "home"
boom, boom, boom
outside the steel safe room
with his ears covered
a boy sings,* If I had wings*
*l...