Recidivist

Society emerged in a hurry

As if whipped by a riding crop.

Spurs dug deep for the carrot on the stick.

The sun was welcomed by unmasked faces

Trotting tumultuously towards each other.

Caution was thrown to the wind

With retired masks and gloves.

They were only temporary anyway

Like a cast over mending bone.

Animals returned to their hideaways.

Green grass became flip flop flattened

Once more.