Laying in Food

Already living with uncertainty
beyond the usual organic span,
with virus plaguing us and frequently
provoking changing rules about what can
be done in company, so every plan
is tentative … And now Mom’s health is skewed.
I try for flexible. She gets a scan,
while I equip my shelves with extra food.

(Huitain)

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