DMV Appointment

Today I have to brave the DMV.
My license shows an expiration date
that’s coming soon. I have PTSD
from when I last endured their stink and wait.
But after this, I get a REAL ID
that’s good for years, according to the state.
My shopping’s done. I’m needing to remember
tomorrow I can start to love December.

(Ottava Rima)

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