Faith Like A Mustard Seed Poem by Chen-ou Liu

One Hundred Forty-Sixth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary, A Tanka set

a 12-foot
monolith in the red-rock desert
appeared then vanished...
I recall the President's words
"like a miracle, it'll disappear"

the White House
shrouded in a cloud
of ravens
in infectious dreams
I chant, "January 21st"

FYI: Insider, Nov.29: "The strange, metal monolith recently found in the remote Utah desert has mysteriously vanished" and CNN, Dec.1: "'It's going to disappear': A timeline of Trump's claims that Covid-19 will vanish."