Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Your station, said Habit; get up!
I was dreaming, though, so Habit
Had to make me stand then pilot
The two of us up the steps.
He paused at the corner; crossed
Walked down a street; up another
Bought coffee, saying a few words
To John, the Greek vendor.
In our office he flicked on the light
My nose tickled; “It would be to much,”
Said Habit, “to make me sneeze for you too;
You do that; I’ll see to the coffee.”

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