A Year of Poems – Day 69

I was ambushed on the front step
only two short days ago,
and before that I was shot at
through the window of a train.
A week ago it struck me
and I drove home struck with pain,
before my sharp impression
of the world begins to fade.
But when I’m ready for the hitman,
with my weapons all arrayed
he keeps me waiting by my desk
till it’s late and I’m afraid.

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