NaPoWriMo - Twenty-six

Forgot to post this yesterday. Don't have one for today, but taking into consideration the (admittedly cheap) found poem on the 25th, I'm calling it even. Not sure how many more will actually come.

Clouds gather, swarming together
with 3:30's fatigue.
A slow-moving evening
of lovemaking
awaits some,
some TV
or just sleep
but we'll all lock up
to go home
& come back in the morning,
except for the secretary
who's planning to kill herself
when the rain stops.

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