I’m fortunate. I really shouldn’t rant,
but Monday mornings are intense and tough.
Committed to long exercise, I can’t
be Sunday sedentary. That’s a rough
reality, but add to it the store,
for usually I’m mostly out of food.
I have to hike an hour to get more.
The tasks combine to devastate my mood.

I walk there early to avoid the line.
So few are out I seldom need a mask
until I’m in the store. And I confine
the coffee till I’m finished with that task
(it’s bad enough without the urge to piss).
My homecoming’s a precious sort of bliss.

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