Monday, October 26, 2020

A Room of My Own: Rounding the Turn Tanka

One Hundred Twenty-Fifth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

the President claims
we're rounding the turn
at a snail's pace
a miles-long line of cars driving
past the food bank parking lot

Added: One Hundred Twenty-Sixth Entry

this look
of a masked street kid ...
the color
of an autumn sunset 
slipping away

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