One Hundred Forty-Sixth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary, A Tanka set
a 12-foot
monolith in the red-rock desert
appeared then vanished...
I recall the President's words
"like a miracle, it'll disappear"
the White House
shrouded in a cloud
of ravens
in infectious dreams
I chant, "January 21st"
FYI: Insider, Nov.29: "The strange, metal monolith recently found in the remote Utah desert has mysteriously vanished" and CNN, Dec.1: "'It's going to disappear': A timeline of Trump's claims that Covid-19 will vanish."
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