If It's Thursday I Must Be Tingling.

In South Carolina now,

and another residency.

Lovely sunlit campus,
smiling, happy greeters.

I tingle with the notion
of new students.

Different accents,
different approaches.

A man brings me tea
in a modern canteen.

It is scrumptious.
"Let's use that as a starting point," I say.

"What is most scrumptious in your life?
What brings you pleasure?"

"Today," one woman says.
"Today?" I say.

"Just today. Getting another today.
Nothing tastes better."

"Not because I'm here?" I ask, smiling.
There is quiet.

"Oh, you're yummy to someone, I suppose,"
a man sitting next to me says.