Late Parades

If I was late, it was only because:

the radio played reggae as I applied my lipstick.
The driver didn’t care for my silver rupiah.
I ran out of limes.
All along the street was a parade of white lanterns.
Or I stopped to tape
a row of white feathers along my bookcase.

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