Wednesday, October 6, 2021

A Room of My Own: A World of Styrofoam Balls Tanka

Two Hundred and Sixty-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

jolted awake 
by a recurring nightmare:
my body floats 
in a world of styrofoam balls
dotted with red spikes

Added: Two Hundred and Seventieth Entry

a sudden rise
in breakthrough cases ...
hush of leaf fall 

Added: Two Hundred and Seventy-First Entry

a long line
at the checkout counter
as sunlight slants in
the masked cashier smiles
with her hazel eyes

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