sir speedy special
delivery arrives at the door
open and around the corner waiting
anticipating what he knows
cannot see what he can see
from where he sits
he stops and looks around and gets the chills
don’t know what to think about things
maybe a little too much given
hands are empty
not asking for anything at all
in fact a little slow returning to his spot
after such a long period
that ends the sentence
beginning all over again for the first time
awhile passed where he once stood
waiting anticipating and new light brought
upon a dark time passes slowly
a thought returns to
returns to depress
he knew things were not right
or wrong
no one can say
he doesn’t care
doesn’t stop
have you heard enough. . .
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