Rendezvous

My isolate,
desolate,
too late,
be-late-for-all-time stance
is what stopped me here.
It was my hesitancy,
the two-bitted axe of indeterminacy,
that had my counsel file for adjournment,
change of venue, postponement,
anything to put it all off to a later date.
I cannot give you any more of a rendezvous
than this:
I’ll show up;
I’ll show up late;
I’ll slide on in to home plate,
and I hope you’ll be there waiting.

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