“a string of lanterns, aka su riva no roc”

sheltered in place

our carbon sequestered

on the horizon

a daylight moon

 

she calls to me

from her now dark acre

along the steep hillside

this star-flung holler

 

a string of lanterns

nine in the yard

the green lights are racing

for the governor’s charge

 

we have the sun

and we have our cells

a halo around them

strewn with nails

 

the cars are fewer

and the questions more

we wait without silence

as never before

 

she calls to me

from her now white spire

alone in her resemblance

her toes on the wire

 

a row of beds

nine in the ward

a halo above them

cascading light

 

a future remembered

for the past clouds our sight

i will walk with her surely

in the cold morning light

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 4/14/20

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