No more than five school children allowed in this Post Office at a time

The dust outline in my wallet
around the shadow of my misplaced
provisional driver’s license asked,
Why aren’t we outside queuing in the rain?
The creak in my left hip yelled,
Ask if they have any Murray Mints out the back.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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