Pondering the coronavirus pandemic through poetry.

Poem and photo by Marea Needle.

Now... Earth lumbers under us with our weight of nonchalance. The frail and frightened have fled, exiles from the bane that arrived with its nonchalance. Spaces spread outward and press in, stranding the living who mourn the dead. Our destiny for connection- Eclipsed Remember... First embraces of a new lover Memories kissing your eyes He plays an old guitar She sings a tender tune White explosions of Dogwoods bloom


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