In the Mayhem of Silence
It all went limp — the bags, the cobwebs, the rain…
Poetry by Devon Brock
Sifting beans for stone,Praise thee this work of our hands.Pluck Pinto from sediment,Calico from jasper, Kidney from bone. And Praise taps run dry, lament thusthe last drop clung to the…
Published in “Poetic Medicine in the Time of Pandemic” ©2020 by Lotus Leaf LLC.
But for red weather, fearand pre-emptive measure,Spring must wait another year, For this enraged contagioncares little for the bloomthat compels us to meet again In the parks, in the gardencenters,…