A poem and photos by Ted Amsden

In The Cosmic Wind This morning,                      this bluebell,                             this bee-happy,                                     this roadkill-dropped-into-the-organic-bin day,                                       separating my trash                                     facing the risen sun                        in point of shoe                                                   croc bound,                      in point of mind                                                   held to waste-separation tasks,                        I feel okay.                 The pandemic does…