Poetry of Issue #8        Page 21

corona: 5.1.20: 3:04 pm

not a plane in sight
says the older man
in long european army green trench-
coat, pink face mask--
& he's right--morning cloudy
on the pier-- sky quiet
as when henrik hudson
must have sailed up this river--
and as lady liberty rises from
the mist, i'm thinking how
clear the air must have been
when my grandparents arrived--
and how i will miss
this piece

fri, 5.1.20: 3:10 pm