Unintended Consequence
Online groceries curb side pickup
Remote from all potential harm
The exercise’s goal survival
Intimacy a deadly gamble
Fresh perishables are the challenge
Farmers market mask required
All went well as produce gathered
Stall to stall in distanced fashion
The butcher was a required stop
His stall with veal lamb beef and all
Beef short ribs a perfect rack
He stepped forward at my request
The ribs in hand proudly displayed
His mask worn beneath his nose
My wife in hurried apprehension
Pulled me back from his exhalation
There was no sale of ribs today
With frustration I must truly say
My wife with our health concerned
killed the deal the butcher scorned
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2021-01-16 at 01:08
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