A Pandemic Poem
by Mandy Chapman Orozco
Tea
The world breathed it in
and stopped turning.
Those left to live, dirty.
Those left for death, free.
We sat for tea
poured in fragile cups
painted shades of soil and sky.
A place for the stuffed butterfly.
and stopped turning.
Those left to live, dirty.
Those left for death, free.
We sat for tea
poured in fragile cups
painted shades of soil and sky.
A place for the stuffed butterfly.
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Mandy Chapman Orozco |
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Pandemic Meditations is a weekly series in which creative people share responses to the COVID-19 Pandemic. Find more meditations at http://www.erinpringle.com/p/pandemic-meditations-series.html