List

Just inside the entrance, there is a soldier with a list. He is sitting behind a collapsable picnic table. He holds out his hand and I pass him the letter from my inside pocket. 

The soldier examines it, searches his list and strikes off my name with a pink highlighter. He drops my letter into a cardboard box.

“Join the line sir.”

I join the line, feet squarely on the red tape X on the floor.

     vaccination
     the nurses’ mask
     slips

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.

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