Poems by Roberta
Friday, April 17, 2020
Pandemic
In Pandemic's mists
forsythia hatches
spring-blooming limbs
bluebirds convene
confidently
for silent re-nesting
perigee's super moon
presides over
with obliging brightness
muddled humankind
in slow motion
awaits statistical doom.
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