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Three Line Lunch: Another Ambush

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 205

Another Ambush

Drowsy from my afternoon cold-recovery nap, I glance at the bedside clock: 5:30 pm.
But then I notice my iPhone says 6:30–and we’re due for Kimberley’s dinner at 7.
Oh no! It’s another Daylight Savings ambush! Wide awake I jump of bed.