Turn to every new chapter with a fertile mind…
& leaving the last one I digested behind.
Looking for plot points which have not yet been resolved…
& for new terrain that the story has evolved.
The best bits of a tale are chaos & suspense…
& wherein I am robbed of any knowing sense.
When what you expect to be a zig, turns zag…
& then my fertile mind, this yarn’s got in the bag.
Towards the end, mind racing, doing all the math…
& what awaits but surprise; a twist in the path.
If the telling is deft, I am kept on my toes…
& unsure, but hopeful; trying to presage prose.
L.B.Stowe 