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I promised myself I wasn’t going to write a(nother) coronavirus poem, but the NaPoWriMo early-bird prompts today all seem to want poems about (or somehow referring to) birds. So much for promises…
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Ordinary Average Thoughts

Confounding expectations since 1963

This is what it’s like (a poem)

Quarantanamo (a poem)

Live jelly cam (a poem)

Coffee ice cream and Scottish ale (a poem)

Eight weeks (a poem)

This is not the world you were imagining (a poem)

The week America woke up (a poem)

Phonanigans (a poem)

Three eyes, blind (a poem)

Solidago (this poem wears a disguise) (a poem)