Pandemic Haiku #6
Put on the barbed crown.
The sun king is hovering;
His head is brought low.
This is Fall, at 8:40 am, on 10/02/20. Jamaica Plain, MA. (2/31)
“Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.”
— Mary Oliver / “Wild Geese”
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i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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