Silly Sign

I saw the sign a month ago, and thought
“how curious,” but failed to take a shot.
The light had changed – I crossed the street – there ought
to be another there, but there was not.
I wondered at the thing – was it forgot,
that “no to fomite spread” they told us folk?
And anyway the words were tommyrot –
the beggars’ button makes a walker poke.

(Huitain)

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