First Time

Half-expecting some sign
my eyes closed in anticipation

No rose bloomed
No fireworks erupted
No fountains spurted
No trains chugged vigorously into tunnels

Just a grunt, the weight of a once heaving mass,
then a roll ... then a snore

I opened my eyes and noted another crack on the ceiling

 


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