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Pandemic Poem (Remember to Breathe)
Has anyone else—
Upon having received the
Second vaccine shot for
COVID-19
(But not necessarily
for variants) and after
Feeling the weightlessness
of relief—
Suddenly remembered
They are still afraid of ticks
Bearing Lyme’s disease?
Signs Around Town (and 50 Years Ago Today)
I would have been six. I remember my mother weeping and explaining to me why.

Approaching Samhain
The space between the spheres thins and the wind creates passageways.
The spirits are outraged; how could they be otherwise? Their dance tramples
And blows things down, but still cannot help but create beauty.
The leaves–green, red, gold, brown from the drought, that distant memory–
Hang listlessly with the weight of rain and a bit of slush
Hardly even dancing in the wind, but still becoming perhaps
More extravagantly lovely by the storm’s grey light.



