psst! can I tell you a secret?

Hasn't it been woefully quiet
in these parts of late?

Where have the stories disappeared
and the poems vanished
leaving behind an empty slate?

But mischief is brewing quietly
simmering just beneath the calm facade

Until the time arrives, and we uncover the cauldron
then the fireworks will explode
above the marching bands and the carnival floats
and there will be pink elephants on parade ...