Wednesday says mid-week

     What does that even mean

As we float through time and space

      In this bubble quarantine

I try to capture the birds

      And neon-white moon so sublime

Poised with pen and paper

     On the lookout for another rhyme

Still I cannot put into words 

      The utter breadth and scope

Though I try to do my part

      To infuse the new day with hope

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Chana Perman holds an M.S. in Special Education. Her innovative poems, essays and lectures reflect two and a half decades of experience working with students of all ages and abilities. Although Chana's "heart is in the East", she currently lives with her family in Toronto.


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