Moon in the Time of Coronavirus, a Poem by Michael Shen
moon veiled by tissue clouds glides through, flirtatious filly, back slapper, money man, and filters light fickle on our rock, where winds shift and swirl facts play siren to our desires, writhe and, silky slick, deadly dance, with grasping minds and appetites. who wants to shipwreck dreams, upset tales that salve the soul… and line the pocket? the world in change ablaze in fear and fire biblical pestilence descends with wrath. locusts, coronavirus earthquakes and mountains v