Party day for me and Most
is ready, enough is ready
that I can sit listening to
the creak of the house
with rain the far-off siren
my dogs’ sighing breaths
the melodious blue jay
the cogs of my brain turning
and connecting ticking off
what needs to be done
enjoying the thing of
anticipation
a lovely feeling marred
only by the terrible news
of a friend whose
anticipation
stops her cold
in her tracks.
