Until I checked and saw the welcome phrase,
I didn’t know how much my peace was wrecked.
I’d wasted months and suffered more delays,
until I checked.

At first Manhattan led me to expect
if I’d apply and give them 90 days,
they’d honor what they then chose to reject.

I called and wrote. I worked on other ways.
I had to postpone plans, to sore effect.
My agitation mired like malaise,
until I checked.