Time’s Naiveté
In the photo,
my year-younger self,
innocence latent,
discovered too late.
That year-ago lifetime,
in a world before Covid,
so alien now
in this realm rife with death.
Counting Tomorrows
How many
of these tomorrows
must we endure
before the clock
turn backs to
a semblance of
yesterday?
Urban Apparition
I am like a ghost,
wandering the city and
haunting long-dead pasts.
May 27, 2020