A log-jam at the EXIT
of the supermarket—
an elderly couple doddering
in the doorway…
A woman with cart ahead of
me: “what are they doing,” she
asks, peeved. “Plow into them,”
I say. “No, I won’t.”
A woman behind says “they
do not give a shit about
anybody.”
The white-haired codger
tugs on his missus’ sleeve as
they move, slow as cold
molasses…
The woman ahead gives me
a “look,” eyes above her
black mask. I feel like kicking her
in the ass. “They are old,” I say, but
neither woman, it is obvious, gives
a shit, old or
whatever.
Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print. He has published six full-length poetry collections, most recently DIFLUCAN (BareBack Press, 2019). He lives in the Pine Tree State.
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