Vibrations

I realized Tuesday as I walked to work,
and planned to see police who had secured
some missing items, circumstances jerk
me back and forth of late. I’ll grow inured
in time to what occurred, but I’m not cured
as yet – the stimulation doesn’t stop.
I yearn for bored, and long to be assured
there is no other shoe about to drop.

(Huitain)

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