at the pharmacy

at the pharmacy ome books in my bookshelf are unread  and can stay the way, I need not read  everything printed depression hangs over the landscape like dust on windows tells me the obvious come clean me now When finally going ashore, I had floated like an ant on an oak leaf, I was baffled electricity bills have to be paid the pharmacy is open, but I will wait a bit it is full of middle-aged women talking about their illnesses  there had been a storm, pot plants  had fallen to the floor, the weather is getting worse every year the apothecary is empty. I walk in to get medicine for diabetes, but I no longer ask why me