Anticipation. Looking forward with glee to the advent of plentiful asparagus in the markets. Knowing it won't be long and the waiting, rewarded. The mouth knows such things.
Sometimes there's a specific moment when you know the next poem will be begun. Sometimes with glee. Always with a sense of expectation.
For sure, dread in either asparagus or poem-making.
(H cont.)
ReplyDeleteFear and confusion diluted the industry
as the men and their families caught
the foreman's strange behavior
and did not understand its origin or blame
surely they had performed their duties fully
and even asked him to join them for meals
But he hung back from them as from a stranger
and said nothing about his theories of late
the very air in the workplace stalled and sank
the comraderie of the beings breathing it
a panic about getting paid and keeping their jobs
was quietly rising and some people left in dismay