tonight i watched a young woman
mop the coffee shop floor.
she kept glancing at me,
as if to say, are you going to leave soon.
my expectation is that i will remain here
for some time yet to come.
but then, we always think tomorrow
will just be a continuance of today.
disruptions in the eternal stream of time
happen in an instance, in
a blinding flash of light,
with the immediacy of a thunderclap.
yet my expectation is that i will remain here
for some time yet to come.
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