Still waiting for the quarterly seizure. Spring does not seem to be my time. Expectations come in surprises.
Not long ago
I poised for a seizure
On the vernal equinox.
It never came.
Here it is again.
I have ceased
The expectation.
Of course this means
It may not come.
Of course this means
It may.
This is the way
Of expectations
Surprise
They say
Live with it
They say
Live without it
They say
Keep living
They say
Then move on
To the next thing.
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