Orchard Beach A crescent on the Sound, Built by the WPA. It welcomes the Bronx On this sunny day in May. Black, white, Latino, Working and middle class. Boomboxes and bagels Together in our masks. The Corona Portal “Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.” Arundhati Roy In this cold, virus spring Is hand washing enough? Have we humans more to give? Is there a new song to sing. Perhaps, but not in the way we’ve been taught. No matter what our shamans, the scientists, say, They cannot explain, much less control What nature has wrought. Do we have the courage to set aside the ways of old? Take a deep breath; And do something bold. Together! RiverThe river was
A pallet of Light and shadow. Barges slow Cliffs glow Winds blow. Bright light air tight. Let’s go.
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