depending on my muse

I am an hour early and I stopped for gas I laugh at my ridiculous punctuality This gives me time to sign her birthday card and put up a swingset The mall is dead this morning; is it not open yet? I do not think people shop in person any more This might be proof There are six cars here, by the handicapped parking spaces In the eighties I could sit here and watch people go in and out No one is going in and it is ten o’clock, the mall is officially open. I pick up my pen and wait No one Still no one No one no one and no one Does everybody shop by mail now? This is the Wednesday before Good Friday. Where are the frantic shoppers? I pick up my pen. My muse will think of something to do. She always does.