no appointments.
it's a clear slate from dawn
till dusk.
then someone
calls.
i tell them, i'm awful busy.
maybe i can
squeeze you
in at noon.
we could have lunch
then
as long as it isn't too long.
i shuffle some papers
around,
close a drawer, sharpen
a pencil.
please don't be late,
i tell them,
i'm a busy man,
and i get impatient
if i have to wait.
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