In the Social Distance
A poem for Willa, on her ninth-and-a-half birthday
by Ken Burns
May 16, 2020
1 minute
Walking. Away. Lost,
In thought—
That engine of deceit,
Eater of distance.
Still, new green reassures, even In the breath-stealing planetary smog. Cardinals shock. Really? Red? Now? Optimistic,
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