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Three Poems: “The Year That Wouldn’t End” “Inside” and “In the Balance”
It feels as if there will never be another year as bizarre as 2020, though, considering the possibilities of unending virus, climate crisis and democracy in peril, it may be the beginning of a new, bizarro universe. Here are three recent poems I’ve written to keep myself human.
The Year That Wouldn’t End
When January 1st came
We expected another familiar round
Instead we’ve been treated
To a cycle of days
That wobble and loop
Awkward rhythms and negative news
Sweeping us up
Into the stratosphere
With the moon
Beyond the recognizable
We drift and swerve
Groundless and degrees of terrified
The calendar still exists
Showing the ninth of twelve months
Nearing its end, though usual markers of time
Have blended into dust
Summer came and went
Without hint of vacation
The sun now sets earlier
But I no longer drive toward it
No more classroom commute
School year began weeks ago
Classrooms are still empty
The NBA Playoffs are colliding
With MLB’s October’s Postseason
All the…
