Apr 25, 2020
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While We Wait
A Poetic Journal Response to the Prompt: Hold
February —
I may be bronzing from errands in Florida
I cannot spend all day in the ICU, afterall
Back home, I miss a snowstorm
And my child’s birthday
The only one this year
March —
His ashes are delivered
His remains remain
Taped in a FedEx box
While we scramble to make school
Happen, to make life go digital
To save ourselves, each other
April —
Turning…
