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.
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