Cj Krieger Poet Prose Poetry

Who Cares

At 7:12 am 
The sound of footsteps
Were always the same
Neither heavy nor light
As they made a scuffing sound
Shuffling by the window
Along with the sound
Of a large dog’s nails
Clicking on the ground

This particular morning
There were some new sounds 
The sound of rain
Falling heavily on an open umbrella
And the splish-splash of feet
Walking down a wet street
A little more quickly than normal
Along with the sound of car tires
Splattering down a wet road
On the way to somewhere
Or maybe coming back 
From someplace else

Checking the clock
He realized it was almost time
To get out of bed 
And get ready for work
Besides 
There was nothing else to hear
Because at 7:15
Everything seemed to quiet down
Until sometime after 12:27

Sometimes he wondered
If his friends were right
Maybe he was 
Slightly obsessed with time
But at 8:38… who cares?

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