“Somber Supermarket”
Somber Supermarket
Masks, and hands within your pockets.
Social distance new propriety,
Vacant shelves lack variety.
Suspicion looking out from cinched hoodies,
Cart without requisite goodies.
Each surviving in some measure,
Toilet paper desired treasure.
New world order we must face,
Draw the blinds, shelter in place.
Stay well! She,s a doll.Longing for the day we can all be together again.
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