Who knocked
over
the water tumbler?
It was all goldfish out the doors into the spring wind,
all flakes again in difficult lazy mornings.
Let me nod, or sigh, or grin
whichever keeps you most company.
Let me refill and refill and one too many
and cut you off. No one is ever cut off
at just the right moment.
Who is
shout
ing?
Let me ride with you in the passenger seat
until I have to drive, let me leave the flask
at home.
I know you have enough for the both of us.
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