Friday, February 8, 2013

Days

Spending three or four days at a time
In different places, seeing different skies,
Listening to Southwest's announcement chime
Tell me my flight's delayed before it flies
Or Megabus slink slowly into town
Makes it rather difficult to say
Which time zone it should be when I get down.
I'm fairly certain it should be today
But you could sell me on tomorrow too,
And yesterday's a possibility.
I don't forget which town I'm passing through,
But sometimes it is difficult for me
To think of when I'm leaving, or for where
Until I've finished passing and I'm there.

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