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Madame Whats-er-name

knows a good panacea

when she finds one

on her favorite pharmacist’s shelves:

Love Potion 9.1 ~

Pandemic got you down?

Isolation taking its toll?

Invert the crisis. Simply add a dot.

Covid-19 will soon be just

a distant memory…

(T. told us so)

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JAJ Note: I stumbled across this in my archives. Seeing as how my husband just tested positive for covid, I thought it appropriate to share this poem I wrote back in August of 2020 for that year’s Poetry Postcard Fest with the image I used on the postcard I sent to a friend of mine! 🙂

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if this morning’s leaf

on our chanticleer pear tree —

sole survivor of late autumn’s

icy blasts —

were a bell,

the neighbors would pause

at their breakfast tables

to wonder if the new year

was ringing in early

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mangled, dry, a crisp crunch underfoot

the last season’s mowing more than a month past

all that remains until the cover of not-yet-come snowfall

is to pick up after puppy, his leavings throughout the yard

fairway #4 spreads out beyond the wrought-iron fence

the trees and the pond, trending of late with Canada geese

and a different manner of leavings…

all of it this morning blanketed in a mist of hardened nightfall

beautiful in its uniformity, somber under the weight

of what lies before us

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the mish-mash keeps her awake for hours / unseemly dreams, misspent allocations / they haunt her slumber, deride her restfulness // hawk-spirits gliding over harvest wheat / playful souls entwined in a dance of love / yet, she yearns to return to more concrete memories / her strength upholds her // trust sustains her desire / she believes she will thrive, despite the odds / despite all those who seek to devour the only light / she’s ever known