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: The Longest Yet the Shortest Night
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*Trump Empire, Inc.*, III:
*once upon a time*
*Rome was a Republic ...*
my teacher laments
gazing at the White House
in the gathering dark
*the dumb, no,*
...
