A Poem from Janet Cannon's
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now goes viral
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time for now poses
as a death threat on
the edge of despair
inside today's stressed
waiting we long for a
hug that now could kill
if the vicious virus
has its way with us
we won't be here to
wake up with the next
sunrise for now though
we try to channel hope
inside the hours of full
stop ambiguity waiting
for clarity and light
anywhere at night she
hovers in a fever to see
beyond the darkness for
tomorrow to be here now
instead of a wish list on
the other side of maybe
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
San Francisco Poets' Brigade Anthology
(Kallatumba Press, San Francisco, CA)
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