A NOTE FROM THE SPRUCE DUKE
An early morning darkness
pent up and revved
but
with no destination.
The rain falls
and the wind howls
and it seems so cliched that
i almost
tell it to stop.
This is my optimum time
but i've arrived ahead of everyone
should i wait?
or
should i go and come back?
I'll compromise
i'll hide and wait
and then
pop out when its time
how long till i can be fashionably late?
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