Winter in America~ By Dennis Reed

My wife sleeping,
as the day opens

blue sky behind the
Venetian blinds

Alexa getting the songs wrong
while I dream

of a response
to books I have written,

but it is the time
of Covid19

everything is desolate
strange

streets are bald
as my neighbor

no one
is going

anywhere
we have points of

destination and departure,
yet no way of getting there

the air has no force,
and we twirl

in the air
unable to use

mouths to tell
child why

there are so many people
dying, in a country

with so many scientific brains,
led by a destructive

devil with bad hair
without a human bone

anywhere.


Author Bio:
Dennis Reed is a native New Yorker, proud father of two wonderful women and the super-grandad of two beautiful children. He is a National Endowment Winner; awards include Eminent Scholar from Norfolk University, Distinguished Teaching Award from Morehouse College, a UNCF Faculty Development Award and a travel study tour at the University of Ghana.

Dennis Reed's work has appeared in ESSENCE, STYLE, BLACK SCHOLAR, CLA, and many other journals.