Expectations Poem by Francie Lynch

Expectations were soaring

The invitation addressed:

'Me and a Guest.'

Expectations were tense.

The last suitcase labelled.

I shaved in my mirror.

Gave the shoes a black shine.

(Pulled back the flap,
Laid a grip on a bottle,
Gave it full throttle)

Expectations were high.

Today Canada Post

Wasn't far from my drive;

Today CP,

Facing the wind,

Walked by.

Expectations can lie.