Red berries

A rowan tree in fruit.  I went to the local shop not realising that the schools have gone back. It was mayhem, and few of them were wearing masks, so I beat a hasty retreat. Earlier, I wrote a list poem. Here it is.

These feet can tap
These knees can shake
These arms can hold
These hands caress.

This heart can love
This larynx can sing
This bile can sting
These eyes can weep.

This conscience can bleed
This mind can crack
This spriit can soar
This soul can rage
This boy can dream
And, sometimes, he can make you laugh.