He writes—
It’s his ticket.
Sometimes,
It’s the type
Passed to a smiling attendant
Who tears off an end
And hands it back
With the words,
“Have a safe trip.”
Other times,
It has a due date
Found wedged
Between windshield
And wiper blade—
Time to pay up.
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I wasn't feeling it today and have deleted many lines that could have been today's contribution. Instead, I scoured through the shoebox under my bed with past writings and found this idea that was originally a prose piece written years ago. After some extensive editing, here's what I got. Enjoy!
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