zera. the familiar string of letters appears
on the browser, hammered again for the umpteen time
by my fingers. no there are no new posts,
i turn away in disappointment.
months now i have oft repeated this.
i smile, remembering when i had admitted to my sneakiness:
rss feeds brought me up to date notifications.
aghast at my advantage you disabled it. bemused.
so i check incessantly for your posts. your
ephemeral posts, so precious to me as i
drink in all the words.
it has been quiet for 4 days now.
i have yet come to terms to its silence:
i still hope for the next verse. show me
whether it will be cryptic or abnormal, whether
you will write about the lovely fruits or the weather
or simply another of your vivid dreams.
disappointed i wait again, i try again
when i arrive home after school, after dinner, at midnight.
your late working hours leave me high hopes.
but i cannot wait for the next day
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