In 50 days, embark on a journey through the pandemic as T DeLisle captures its horror, trauma, majesty, debilitation, grace, and finality in poetic verses and lines.
Rejoice!
This is a halcyon day!
Despite the ravaging of pestilence and
plague riding the gasping air,
the sky emotes a happy, happy blue
and swifts pale puffs menacing-like
down the bear mountain.
We see through a gloaming eye
of ambergris color and settled every image
so that I’m blushed nostalgic for this sudden day.
A season impelled to recoil
distance to seething space
so that we ring hollow and echo to speak.
Still, I rejoice at the advent day!
The land, sober and settled, like wine—
and we, numbed and nestled
in a final embrace.
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