Hopes Up

poetry

I don’t know what I’m expecting
I hardly know what to expect
when I
shift my body ever so slightly
to the right
and get just enough of a view
to see that point of interest
(At least a point of my interest)
off in the distance

Back and forth and back
and forth my gaze wanders
body twisting
left and right and back to where
I can see
but what? I do not know.
It is unexpected.

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