Sunday, January 7, 2018

thirty minutes

thirty minutes
the driver
says, calling again for
the third time.
you just called me, I tell
him.
you told me thirty minutes
ago,
that you'd be here
in thirty minutes.
thirty minutes, he repeats.
I will be there.
I hear the grinding
of gears,
the rumble of exhaust
as his big truck
pulls away from a
light into traffic.
i'm here, I tell him.
i'm waiting.
knock on the door
when you arrive.
okay, he says.
thirty minutes.

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