We've been ever so good . . . obeying
the national quarantine utterly. But,
finally had to go out to pick up my meds.
We were directed to a different pharmacy
than my usual; it was like walking into an
entirely different world. Masked guards,
ever vigilant, indicated the appropriate
doors, separating those ill from those in
need of medications.
Once inside, a masked army of beings,
unknown in prior experience, greeted
with thermometers in hand, separating
the sheep from the goats, I mean . . .
separating those ill from those of us
for meds.
Dark blue tape on the floor, indicated
the appropriate six feet of acceptable
distance of separation. Lines of poor
souls, each going down different halls
for different purposes, were visible as
far as the eye could see. It was an eerie
feeling, as if being caught watching a
horror flick and suddenly being devoured
by the same.
Masked, coated aliens approached the
lines with clipboards and questions,
ever checking . . . We, the offenders,
trembling in our collective boots, nervy
and worried that we might accidentally
disobey in some unexpected way.
At long last, I find myself in front of
an enormous dividing glass, my meds
slid through a hole for the purpose and
payment demanded. Guards approached,
indicating! pointing!! gesticulating!!!
I found myself funning for the pickup,
trembling, sobbing . . .
Just call me Dorothy . . .
. . . and I want to go home!
ever so sorry
i pray forgive me and mine
what did we do wrong
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