Back to the Middle Ages - Alexis Rotella

A little girl

teaches her kitten

to jump the rope

 

At the garden center I search for tiny pink flowers to encircle a potted evergreen on our front porch. Under my breath, I start to sing Ring a Ring a Rosie, pocket full of posey, ashes, ashes, we all fall down. My husband asks, “You know the origin of that rhyme, don’t you?”

 

     a photo of my bronze-skinned father wielding a scythe

 

A clerk tells us to keep a six-foot distance from one another as the line to the cash register grows. I didn’t find the flowers but I do buy aromatics such as thyme, bergamot, rosemary.

 

Empty street

a man wears the mask

of a raven

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