Out the driveway now to the right

Down the street for fresh groceries

Left at the corner no traffic in sight

Not yet  spring no leaves on the trees

The light is red it’s always red

Watch the walkers strutting by

Purposefully forward measured tread

Aching muscles but calories fly

Into the lot too early for the rush

List in my memory thankfully short

Halfway to the door remember mask

Damn back to the car that wasn’t smart

Masked and chagrined to the store once more

Sanitize hands and spray the cart

Microbe free now I can walk the floor

Isles with arrows one mustn’t revert

A lady in blue with hair to match

Is coming my way against the flow

maverick shopper without a mask

Loudly proclaiming her Alamo

Leaving the cart as a IED

I turn with a rush determined to flee

Only to find my exit is stymied

By others equally in shock behind me

We all stampeded out the door

Leaving the place to the blue tinged boar

Safe now knowing that COVID’s spore

Is safely muted while out of doors

Drove home in anxious PTSD

a near miss on my shopping spree

Sat down sadly to my ersatz dinner

Not fresh but safe from the blue tinged zinger