I had to get out.
Sure it was blowing
Like the North Pole.
But a clammy, dull
Apartment whispered, grinning.
You can do this Duke.
(High school nickname.)
And it was that high school
Willingness to test
Adventures, that brought me out.
Hilary needed quiet and rest
Anyways.
Donned warmer coat and hat
Struggled to push the entrance door.
Who might be out there
Stupid as I am this mid
November day?
Oh so it turns out other
Than I had expected.
The mailman.
The college student
waiting for the bus
To an exam.
The single Mom taking two toddlers
To Day Care before
Her nine hours factory grind.
The Oldster pushing her
Walker with plans for milk, eggs
T.P. and laundry soap.
Perhaps a People Magazine.
Her determined limp notwithstanding.
Troopers every one.
And I stop my whining.
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