I had sales to capture, and coffee to sell, and naps to steal.
(Sometimes I start my day at 4 am.)
I didn’t feel like cooking.
I rarely do.
I wandered out.
And missed my bus.
And checked the score at last:
Oh. It started?
Turns out, tied at 2 in the ninth.
I surely wished I might’ve been closer to home.
(As did both Diamondback and Cardinal clubs alike.)
I slipped my key into my door at last.
(Fed up with, well, every last person on the bus.)
And the game was done.
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