Poetry of Issue #8        Page 43

Corona Time

The full Worm Moon, robins return to
feast on emerging earthworms
the Perigree moment
when lunar transit is closest to Earth,
our troubled planet where a pandemic simmers

Told to avoid crowds, I skip art fairs
Still ride the subway to school Classrooms awash in pumped sanitizer
Assiduously used by the brilliant children A stray cough or muffled sneeze

buried in itinerant elbows resounds viral doom

Jet setting virus sweeps from congested heart of an Eastern city to the flat rich
plains of Padana Pianura,
Suburban contagion circles my hometown

Today the sun rose an hour later
Daylight savings time ceaselessly springs us forward into Corona time, the
crown that no one covets