Shawn L. Bird

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poem-expectations January 3, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:25 pm
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“We’re not going to a show,”

he said. “They’re too expensive.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding sagely.  “Right.”

They’d travelled all that way

to a sleepless city of lights.

Shows every night.

Wild crazy sights.

She’d packed for a night out.

“I get it,” she said,

smirking to herself.

She waited for his

inevitable surprise,

as he took her for

long walks in daylight

until her beautifully shod  feet ached.

Then he napped.

She smiled at his

preparation for a late night

and she practiced her

astonished expression.

First night.

Second night.

Last night.

She gaped at him,

heading to an early bed.

Surprise!

There really is

no surprise.

 

 

 
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