Falling in Line
I wake up earlier than I would like and fall in line.
I fall in line behind cars behind cars circling the drive.
The drive-thru, finally, next in line. Six-dollar steaming chai.
Steaming chai wakes little in me as I drive straight.
Drive straight yet weave through gaps in traffic, running late.
Running late again, yet again, is there no end to…
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