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.