Urgency that waits
with patience hollows me
for every minute wasted there
will be a Sunday consequence
I learned of Saturday’s delay
when lethargy ran me aground
I arrived without allayed
intentions, always unprepared
A week’s effort stands ready to
pay wages and I couldn’t care
less I will deliver on promises
if I can remember them
It’s fair to say I won't mend
my ways just yet – the urgency
sleeps like a slow-growing emotion
like an invitation to love
© 27 June 2009, I. D. Carswell
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