Day 1 of 21
A New Normal
Wake up. The sky is blue.
Can you spot the moon?
It's still there, isn't it,
Round and thorny, crown-like?
Who wants to wear it?
Forget it.
It's a new day,
The first
Of twenty-one.
This is a new poem.
Let's not write of old things.
(please read caption for the entire poem)
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