Rest Fail

My arm received the needles yesterday –
the Pfizer 3rd and too the flu vaccine –
and I arranged today for ease; I’d stay
at home. So went my plan till 12:15,
but then I wanted streets to intervene.
I threw on clothes and ambled to the store,
collecting greens and grist for verse, between
the scattered showers, wishing it would pour.


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