expected
i walk into the morning
i expect
to find the unexpected
but noon falls
across the page
i want to back step
but it defies
the rules of the game
and so i long for tomorrow
where there are no footsteps
in the sand
and the sun
is barely peeking
into the day
i grab the leashes
and call my dogs
i grab myself
we rush into the dawn
and there is a morning glory
climbing up the barbed wire fence
her beauty understated
unintentional elegance
as she rises to her say
i dare not pick her
for in every drab
and hopeless day
i can return here
and unexpectedly
find my way
— patty