House Arrest 39 (Another Onion)

House Arrest

I had a fantasy, not long ago,
in which I didn’t use the fridge at all.
I live where nearly anything will grow;
I thought I’d shop each day. And I recall
when I transitioned to this little place,
I knew the cabinets could not embrace
the bulk of multiples, the giant size
of Costco goods – I had to minimize.

I shopped on foot, my purchase on my back,
and made the task efficient, light, and smart,
developing a focus neat and nice.
Pandemic puts me on a different tack –
I used to take one onion for my cart,
but lately I’m attempting to think twice.

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