Edison Jennings

Vernal Equinox, 2021

Daylight’s caught up to the night
now halfway through a yearlong blight,
but still the virus changes form
and makes uncertainty the norm
despite the changing of the season.
More light brings us little reason
for hope of better days to come.
You’d likely lose whatever sum
of hope you risked, seduced by spring’s
bright disarray, which only brings
a flowering of false reprieve.
It’s better not to quite believe
but instead more closely cherish
emergent life, soon to perish.

Edison Jennings is a Head Start bus driver and school aide. His poetry has appeared in several journals and anthologies. Broadstone Books will publish his first full length collection, Intentional Fallacies, in June of this year.

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