I’m sorry I was late today,
I really don’t know what to say.
Could blame the traffic or the clock
—but that would be a bunch of crock.
The sky dawned bright, for once, not gray
I’m sorry I was late today—
a moment in that April air
prompted me to tarry there.
I stopped to gaze upon the trees,
and ponder possibilities…
I’m sorry I was late today
the new spring blooms got in the way.
I’ll plead the 5th and then recuse,
(there really is no good excuse)
I’d rather stay outside and play…
… I’m sorry I was late today
© Ginny Brannan 2019
From a suggested prompt from a previous year for NaPoWriMo: to write an apology. The format is called a Quatern.