Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Danger Zone

My mood fluttered when I saw
the something impeding traffic
was someone with long grey hair
hunched over a cart,
of everyone around.

I started to veer
but nearly crashed
with another
pressing behind us,
with another yet behind, and others
all in a hurrying column,
one shrieking its need for oil.

Breaking free at last
I stole a glance
as I pushed past the stalled cart
and saw the wrinkled hand
with the complimentary antiseptic wipe
scrubbing the cart handle
with meticulous care,
thinking he, then wondering, she?

                                                                                                      m.d. paust

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