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The parking lot is not that full
as I exit from my car
wishing I had not worn wool
as the sun warms the lot's tar.

Store's door opens automatically,
one less thing I have to touch.
Now that's peculiar thought for me.
Time for the shopping cart and such.

I grab a sanitizing wipe
to wipe the cart where hands might grasp
a more than perfunctory swipe.
Cart's left wheel squeaks like an old hasp.

The list I have is not that long:
some hamburger, toilet paper an bread,
Their new scarcity seems wrong.
I turn my thoughts elsewhere instead.

Such as too many shelves now bare
and panic buying which makes them so
leaving little left to share.
(plenty of that "health food" though.)

And people no longer in groups,
friends wave no longer shaking hands
as if their palms were dipped in poop.
See how far apart everyone stands?

Shortages of everything,
a Bernie Sanders looking store
a socialistic looking thing.
Hard to find what I'm looking for.

Outside the pollen falls and swirls.
Inside a guy lets loose a sneeze
earning a go to hell look from some girls
instead of a "God bless you please".

Two out of three things on my list.
Maybe hamburger will come another day,
a common target this day missed.
Check out lines are spaced out today.

New sneeze shield at the register.
Latex gloves on the girl's hands.
I am glad I am not her
exposed to all the virus strands.

She bags my stuff I say Be safe
then load the bags into my cart.
All the sanitizer makes my hands chafe.
Shopping has become a different art.

The cart's unloaded then returned
hands wiped again like all the fools.
Have all the old rules now been burned
in this time when covid rules?

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usual scansion. Yes, we have to get used to all the new social rules, but the distancing from one and another shouldn't be so hard for this generation. They have been raised differently. When I used to drive taxi a couple of years ago, I would go by the bus stops and see everyone playing games or texting/talking on their phones. Not more than a perfunctory nod of the head for regular people at the stop. Matter of fact, in meeting the new generation, was something of a puzzlement for me as most of them didn't offer to shake hands or if you put your hand out, it was grasped in a limp-fisted manner, like they were handling a nasty wet fish or something. You seem to have covered most of the perplexing thoughts of an older generation. ~ Gee.

Honest critique and comments shouldn't hurt.
It's why we are here, to get better at our craft.

That when this is over that we can get back to the "old " ways soon

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Outside the pollen falls and swirls.
Inside a guy lets loose a
sneeze(once only kind courtesy )
earning a go to hell
look from some girls
instead of a "God bless you please"

Covid slices manners
stan juss remember
ere you now sneeze for free

Had a nagging cough since November and am now almost afraid to cough in public for fear of a lynch mob lol

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I have been coughing since birth
happy no complaints while coughing
from upper berth

You said it all eloquently. Can't but agree with every word.
Thank you!


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