Package Delayed
As I look around the street
I realize that I'm not where
I'm supposed to be.
Somewhere someone has realized I haven't arrived and is searching
just for me. I have to hurry.
But I forget about that
because I see these lights.
They glow and lighten the streets.
This disrtaction has strayed me from
my destination. But I don't care.
They can wait.
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