April 8, 2020
“It’s so close to our balcony,”
my wife whispers,
as she waters the herbs
we planted at the beginning
of the pandemic.
The super moon is
like today’s death toll:
the largest of the year —
and rising.
Our two-year-old daughter,
excited to be outside,
stares at the lunar light.
“Moon,” she says
for the first time. Her eyes:
bright pink vowels.
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