the worries
of tomorrow don't come.
they
may be postponed
or delayed
by traffic or rain,
but
they don't arrive
as expected.
you sigh
and wipe your brow,
look out
the window
and wave
to the mailman
as he whistles
passing by.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
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