ANOTHER PANDEMIC DREAM
Wearing a black satin mask and tuxedo, the limo driver holds open the door.
Take me to the end of the world, I say.
You’re a little late, that happened yesterday.
A cloud
empties itself
on my umbrella
—from Rattle #74, Winter 2021
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Alexis Rotella: “Poetry is my smoke stack … emotions need to find a way out.” (web)
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