Chicken
by Alan Walowitz
This Covid is killing us slow
so, I wear a mask and go quick when I walk —
what they say in hoops, beat your man to the spot.
Some guy I know shouts from his stoop,
Where you think you’re going so fast?
I wave and say: Hey, Mr. Slow —
why cover your face three steps from home?
But some won’t wear a mask when out.
They spot you coming a block away
and stand their ground, and force you
wide — like we’re kids in a game,
it’s them or you: you swerve; they win.
So, it’s me who veers toward the street again.
They oughta nod, or at least wave hello.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Alan Walowitz is a Contributing Editor at Verse-Virtual, an Online Community Journal of Poetry. His chapbook Exactly Like Love was published by Osedax Press, and his full-length The Story of the Milkman and Other Poems is available from Truth Serum Press. In the Muddle of the Night, a chapbook co-written with Betsy Mars, is due in 2020.
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Alan, enjoyed this! Thanks.
Thanks so much!
You hit on something that really puzzles me..why do these folks think they can bully death?? Why do they have the delusion the truth is what they want it to be?? Like guess who.
Gets worse each day, doesn’t he?