A Tanka Sequence, 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
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