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.
The supermarket snake
Two metres apart
To say to one scale from another
“Is this the way we live now
Hiding from one another?”