Monday, April 6, 2020

corona 12.

corona 12.

my son has the second apocalypse dream
he is going to the store when a chair
falls from the sky he turns
to run as an airplane wheels
down in flames around him
I ask him to remember
deer in the yard
the tender wild rabbits
a flatbed truck full of fresh
picked corn at the edge
of the Skagit River
he asks if school
is now extinct
will children ever be
children again
we watch the Queen
on television spectral and watery
as a World War II newsreel
telling us everything
every little thing
is going to be okay


Blogger Elizabeth said...

Submit this.

April 6, 2020 at 11:19 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...


April 6, 2020 at 2:39 PM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

What Elizabeth said. And as Patti Smith said, "ja-kiss your face of light and bone."

April 6, 2020 at 4:14 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...


April 6, 2020 at 7:07 PM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

Will children be children again. I love this so much, every word.

April 8, 2020 at 7:37 PM  

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