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Walking to the shops tonight

Empty streets,
I spied a distant man, masked,
And thought Oh no,
where's yours, your phone?

Turned tail and retreated
Greeting gardening neighbours
With a gesture and grin of folly
Grabbed mask and phone

Abashed faced the same small audience
For the third, and of course fourth time
And what did I buy?
Well the rain and wind had stopped
And for the first day in not a few
I had set foot outside.

Such is life these days, is it not?
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Posted: Aug 26
About this poem:
Life, 'unmasked', as it happens...

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