fall tardy

 I can feel Fall returning

the smell of dew on the grass

early morning apple cider

stuck in traffic

worried ill be late for class

its the end of the semester 

19$ in my bank account

clearly there are so many things to think about

made it to class with 3 minutes to spare

my instructor looked at me with a sparkling glare

in my head i think he docked me late

so nervously i look at him as he configuires my fate

 

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