Mask with Birds (Jan Barry photo)
By Jan Barry
A year of hair
Unfurls down my neck—
I’ve outlived a pandemic
So far
Millions dead and dying
As preening politicians bicker—
What’s there to celebrate
In this covid time
Lost my job, my livelihood,
Quarantined from friends
And family gatherings,
Hunkering from death’s breath
Only the lucky
Are still living—
Living like moths
Flitting amid the flames
This is what depression
Looks like, as year 2 looms—
I’d rather soar with eagles
And migrate with the seasons
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