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Walking out into a Pandemic
by Johanna MayWhen I go out
I ride this ungainly animal
fattened with homemade bread.
It has to have coffee,
the occasional pastry,
I am hungry only for poetry,
and my son’s smile,
the turn of a line
where it becomes an arch of an eye
on paper,
or a vector that found a twin.
More of these things,
and so
I whisper to this body:
“We might have a visitor,
give it a tour, do not fight
and brew mucus
for its tea.
It is older than the gods
we invented.” 05/24/2020 Posted on 05/24/2020
Copyright © 2024 Johanna May
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/24/20 at 03:43 PM Quite appropriate for the time, Johanna. Good to read you again. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/24/20 at 11:08 PM Totally unique pandemic approach. I always look forward to your mystical mind and succinct pieces. |
| Posted by Timothy Burns on 12/12/20 at 11:30 AM Really great imagery here! Brewing mucus tea just sent me over! Great stuff here! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/13/20 at 10:46 PM A really good read- thanks |
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