Thursday, 7th May 2020
This morning, I went shopping. As is the “new norm” (a new cliché for “these times”), I was forced to queue in the carpark. I don’t normally share my poetry, but I’m running out of things to write!
This is very rough as I penned this while standing in the early morning sun.
Supermarket Snake
The supermarket snake
Scales standing
Two metres apart
Slowly creeping
Unsociable
Distant
Except when
To say to one scale from another
“Is this the way we live now
Masked parts
Hiding from one another?”
