I suddenly
found myself sitting,
In a
completely darkened room.
I stumbled
towards the light switch,
How did it
get so late, so soon?
My loathe of
daylight savings,
Is a swath
of who I am…
Skipping forward OK,
but backwards,
Makes a
premature old man.
The night
becomes a jungle,
At 4:15 PM.
Errands
require a flashlight,
As we watch
the sunshine end.
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