Spilling Surprise

 

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Who do I not yet know? What has not yet arrived?

Looking for a surprise in these words that spill out,

I rest with memories. I wait in the present.

Grateful for familiar surroundings and faces,

I’m ready for surprise. Whales breach before my eyes.

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