Predictable

It was predictable You would come And smile I cleaned the stable Put a handsome bouquet of roses On a table In the right hand corner Near the window Put some white gladioli Wrapped with A brown paper too Lest what is predictable Didn't come true It was you who made it predictable For you said Categorically Whether spring or rain You would be with me Doctor came in the evening Angiography was done He wrote on the report Normal But Sought opinion Of the departmental head I was left swinging Between bouquet And brown paper You are smiling Jasmine flowers You are sure Roses prevail Tomorrow morning There will be an aurora She said with an euphoria ____________________________ December 8, 2019 Predictable Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter