What Time Is It Poem by Jas Andrada
What Time Is It
I heard the click-clacking of heels on the ground beneath me. The breeze of autumn tickled my body coolly that I hugged myself tighter into my not-so-helpful jersey. Cool white mists embraced the carbon dioxide that I exhaled. Cars zoomed at the road, not even bothering to use their indicators. Three minutes till 8: 45. Tick tock... Tick tock... Two. Tick tock... One. Oh, I’m late.
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