the magic of no expectations
through furrowed brow
and sheer power of will
I wrestle grace
into
my empty box
having none of it
elusive grace
flutters butterfly-like
tempting
just out of reach
frustrated
I'm one hand stretching to blue sky
another shading eyes from the sun
unable to fly
gently teasing
a flutter of color
alights on my shoulder
tempted by
A warm ray of sunlight
the magic of no expectations.
copyright © 2001 Lance Gallup
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