Ninety Minutes of Warning
It is Saturday afternoon
everybody and their uncle is in Target
buying things they will put into garage sales next summer
their red shopping carts are full
I had brought my friend here to get a shingles shot
Since she is ninety-two and has a walker, I parked her at the door
I won’t be here but a minute, she tells me.
She is right; she was there ninety minutes
I could have knit a sweater while I waited
If I had brought yarn and knitting needles
And if I remembered how to knit.
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