without expectations...

poetry lay all scattered around
in nooks and corners
and underneath the guises
sometimes the colours mixed well...
she looked for clues
now and then
trying to stitch
time by the seams...
it created ripples
in between the comas and exclamations
without expectations...
somehow it seemed
the plan would work well
along the boundaries
and the shores...
all could be filled
with the aching smile
licked with sand
sung to lullabies
combed to perfection...
hung on the wire
trailed to the park,
hopping and skipping
some notes in between...
without expectations.