the other foot
drops
you've been waiting
for a while.
listening
with your ear
to the window.
finally it comes.
a large
hard boot against
the wood
floor.
it's caked in
mud and grime.
it's the last
straw,
the last chance
squandered,
and now it's here.
the other foot.
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