Who'Ll Provide The Joy? Poem by Francis Santaquilani

We'll all be there,

Of course. Each

Traveling from our respective

Corners of the state. Each

Bearing a covered dish

And folding chairs.

We'll cruise down the highway in our well oiled machines.

The drive will go smoothly for all

And we'll all arrive early.

We've all kept our bodies moving

And our minds keen.

We're all on top of the issues of the day

And have plenty to say.

Everything's in place.

It's all set. And,

As usual,

The unspoken question remains,

Who'll provide the joy?