THE MISTAKEN TIME TRAVELLER

THE MISTAKEN TIME TRAVELLER

I set the time coordinates for May

The year 2020, ten years from now,

I made the jump but, much to my dismay,

to a parallel universe somehow.

Gas was priced low, but streets seemed deserted.

Open storefronts were few and far between.

Notices in their windows alerted

adherence regarding “Covid-19.”

As though for surgery, patrons were masked,

I suppose the entire populace,

because they took one look, and I was asked

to leave unless I wore one. Such a fuss!

None sick, the air seemed breathable to me.

Too weird, I returned immediately.

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