For some reason, the word diaspora popped into my head while I was driving on the freeway a couple of days ago. I replaced a couple of lines from a poem I wrote today, as they fit better in this one (and were better than the similar lines I originally wrote). And here I thought I was done writing covid poems…
Dear Saturday,
Fog was an interesting choice this morning.
Love,
Kevin
(15 January 2022)
Dear Thursday,
Apologies. I had a few things to pick up.
Love,
Kevin
(14 January 2022)
Dear Monday,
First recycling run of the year!
Love,
Kevin
(10 January 2022)
Dear Sunday,
It’s been a long day, sort of.
Love,
Kevin
(9 January 2022)
I started this after reading Bill Drummond’s 3″ x 1″… Took me a few days to come back to it to fill in a couple of missing pieces.
Dear Saturday,
Ask yourself: What would Bowie do?
Love,
Kevin
(8 January 2022)
Dear Thursday,
Snow. Yay.
Love,
Kevin
(6 January 2022)
Dear Monday,
And here we are again.
Love,
Kevin
(3 January 2022)
Dear Sunday,
After this last week, you’re practically balmy.
Love,
Kevin
(2 January 2022)
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