Sunday, April 15, 2012

Surprise, by Rose Myers

Surprise

I expected to feel differently,
Perhaps the joy of being pleasantly surprised,
Like opening up a cachet of treasures,
Maybe even the excitement of stepping off a gangplank
and into the unknown.

What a felt was the familiar,
What a I heard was the known,
The sound of the buses groaning,
The thumping of feet joining into one stampeding herd.

The music of the city warmed my soul,
My heart gladdened by the unexpected surprise of
remembering, of knowing.

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