Petrichor

The buses run every hour
and
I haven’t had my coffee, yet
but the sugar is nowhere
to be found

So,
I’ll cap my overactive imagination
into a thermos,
grab my rationale from off
the coat rack,
and be on my way
shortly

I might miss it by some
few seconds,
but it’s a clear sky, and
I’ve got time to walk

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