NOVEMBER 4, 2008
A man is waking up in some hotel
this Tuesday morning, well before the time
he set his clock for. Pulling back the curtain,
he looks across the city, wondering
if this will be the day he's waited for.
There are so many men like him, who wake
in some hotel on yet another morning.
They wonder if today will be the day
that they've been working toward for months or years.
The sky begins to lighten with dawn's question.
If there's an answer, it won't come 'til dusk.
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