It’s the 10 o’clock hour, a Sunday,
and I have nothing to do but sit
and wait. Wait for what, you may
wonder? I wait for lightning and
the thunder of words, the perfect
storm, a downpour or drizzle
of worth said. And I wait, I sit
and wait. And the clock says,
10: 01 and with that a trickle...
Finito, I’m done!
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Chris Hanch 12-11-2022
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