New Masking

I used to hold my mask when out alone.
I donned it when I saw, at 30 feet
or so, a stranger entering my zone,
but noted that the other had complete
mask on, no matter who was on the street.
My neighbors thought more barrier preferred,
while I made other sense of fact and word.

Of late the rules are loosening. We’re told
we don’t need masks when we’re alone outside.
I tote a mask to wear where goods are sold,
on public transit, or when crowds abide,
but mostly I can be identified.
My neighbors, though, re-mask at 30 feet,
as if new rules are wrong or incomplete.

(Rhyme Royal)

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