in the last few minutes of the day due
unless of course you had that day
so convolutedly scheduled
that an unexpected drive to Long Beach
to satisfy the GPS lady by turning around
using only freeways instead of any streets
would just about wreck your schedule
a tornado added to a hurricane
so you wound up writing a poem
in the twenty-fourth hour of the day
to keep your promise of a poem that day
and sorta to apologize for dragging out
what oughta be a simple enough process
simple as floating a cloud across the sky
which you and I can’t do
even though water, sunshine and wind have no trouble
but before I invoke them to rescue this poem
let me just wrap it up with one more thought
there may be no excuse, but there are centuries
of precedent
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