As sunshine streams in
The cold metal handle
Presses against soft skin
An emergency return
Cheaper than original fares
Warm wake up
Quiet coach
Power for the nation
Chocolate on tap
Cold grey clouds recede into mist
The sun peeking through
Embarrassed
Promising
Evaluating
Rolling rolled brown fields
Set and ready
Waiting for their future
The scorching dry
The flooding wet
The blight
The flies
They sit
Waiting
Nothing to do
But live
And try
And wait
This silliness could happen again
Probably will
Lets hope
For all involved
That they won't have to deal
With how ridiculous I am.
Though they might.
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