16 Masks
I counted 16 masks today,
Discarded on the street.
The back-to-normal has begun
But isn’t quite complete.
I’m guessing most, by accident,
Were dropped upon the ground,
Not jubilantly yanked from faces
Since new rules abound.
Still, 16 masks? Just weeks ago
There’d be 10 times as many
And likely, in a few months’ time,
I doubt if there’ll be any.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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