Changing Times (HA 71 Magic 9)

House Arrest

Two months ago, I couldn’t find a roll
of toilet paper on a shelf or site.
An order of Feridies took a whole
three weeks at least to make it to my porch.
Supply chain tangles out of my control
induced in me not worry but concern –
attention to the shipment-tracking stole
good moments. Peanuts now come overnight,
and paper’s not a desperate shopping goal.

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