Guesswork
Mugged by the air
the day dreamed on
long past half-past nine.
A man who had suffered
not nearly as much as he should have
neatly folds his ego away
into a glass suitcase.
Taking no chances
he advances.
What actually happened next
had everything to do with glass suitcases,
but, as usual he guessed wrongly.
No connection betwixt one thing and another
was made
and so, what may have happened
failed entirely
to make its timely appearance.
It was five minutes past four
in the afternoon
before what did not happen,
finally showed up
panting and quite out of breath,
but by then,
neither he nor anyone else cared.
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