A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
With a catchy song outside
My study window
Women over 60 share their coronavirus stories—from becoming a grandmother to dancing in the street.
they rise and form their three- or four-bird patrols
leaving the haunted campus behind,
until the priest raven perches alone and calls,
in search of the people none of them can find.
mocking with an ache
that comes with leafdrop, woodsmoke,
and those shots of bourbon that ease
not a thing
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