Chronicles in the Time of Corona 
Morning of worlds apart 
Hurricane in the corner 
Days of necessary deferral–with gift 
But no parade this year 
Isolation to bursting, creatures of discontent 
Flowers of Volcan, wings for the disconected 
Calm the noise, find thanks to give 
Startled recognition of other masked isolations, sidewalk pacing 
For the unmasked–fallout casserole with crushed potato chips 
Elegy for the child of a collapsing sphere 
Binary dreams and cold comfort. What price would you pay?
Each image contains a cartouche filled with calligraphy invented from lines in the image. To the left is a rough “translation” of the words in that cartouche.
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