know it's tomorrow when

along with the doors that were brought down shut
came down every possibility of flood and chance
encounters.

not to think twice to get down, hurry and get out
the faces at elevators have faded when the doors
came down.

eight bit digital displays cannot write every letter of that
name, could be tried, yes, but cannot be the same and
it's well known.

a strange relief, a strange sense of sadness, a strange
sense of how it would be to get down and out without
apprehensions.

but time will tell and only time can and sure will tell
when days bloom, mondays and thursdays without
green lights.