Outro for 2020

 

 

Let’s sing out this year that has nearly expired us

To ward off inbound solstice gloom.

Having reaped our harvests of squash and virus,

Let’s harmonize, remotely, on Zoom.

No; let’s make this song do some conjuring.

Let’s sing up

more blue skies for Delhi,

a clean turtle island, 

a newborn queen,

(a washboard instead of this belly.)

Let’s belt 

hella ballgames

to stadiums full, 

Then be quiet while eelgrass and birds teach us 

wilderness tunes to leave gravity’s pull,

  queer lofty refrains without words.

Let’s yodel and yarn now and yammer all winter.

Write repair-songs for rifts made by tweet.

Come next fall may we all remove covid’s splinter

And together, with families complete,

Together with loved ones: sing sweet!

Dec 2020 Jen Mahoney