Once A Poem Meant Something Poem by Shalom Freedman

Once a poem meant something
Now what can it mean
In a time of pandemic?
Sitting outside the pharmacy
Waiting for it to open
Fear and anxiety
And uncertainty also
Should I risk getting these drugs today
And being infected by the breath
Of one who sees so many sick people each day?
The pharmacist is late
And I am the bottom of the page
I take a deep breath
And wait for him
And for a final line for this poem
I write my own name in vanity.