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Saturday, May 16, 2020

Poem During the Plague: Poem 42

Karen Friedland


A nonprofit grant writer by day, Karen Friedland’s poems have been published in Nixes Mate ReviewWriting in a Women’s Voice, the Lily Poetry ReviewVox Populi and others. She currently has a poem hanging on the walls of Boston’s City Hall, selected by Boston’s Poet Laureate. Her book of poems, Places That Are Gone, was published in 2019 by Nixes Mate Books, and she has a chapbook forthcoming in late 2020. Karen is a member of Cervena Barva Press, and is a founding member of the Boston-based Poetry Sisters collective published in Nixes Mate ReviewWriting in a Women’s Voice, the Lily Poetry ReviewVox Populi and others. She currently has a poem hanging on the walls of Boston’s City Hall, selected by Boston’s Poet Laureate. Her book of poems, Places That Are Gone, was published in 2019 by Nixes Mate Books, and she has a chapbook forthcoming in late 2020. Karen is a member of Cervena Barva Press, and is a founding member of the Boston-based Poetry Sisters collective.



A COVID Spring                                                                                            
                                                                                                                       
The new pale green leaves are holy,
are hanging in there,
whipped as they are by the cold May wind.

The sun still sets
between the same two houses,
and the same evening trees
still get shot through with gold.

Earlier, 
I joked with my favorite teller
about her artistic sister
who lives in Colorado—
we laughed and nodded through our masks,
understanding about half
of what was said.

It’s 2020,
and the spring robins

still stand their ground.





3 comments:

  1. Vikke Baron8:35 AM

    Beautiful ⚡️💖⚡️

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  2. Says it all doesn’t it!! Great poem Karen!

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