There’s no point in my saying this divagation isn’t
an excursus, you couldn’t see it in any other way;
sure, the mantle has changed - and responsibility
leans sideways, gravitating where th’ energy flies
and you get the rise and bait while I cogitate how
fortunate we are you handled that test with ease
altho you can’t be completely excused for taking
opportunity to feather your nest, there is yet that
prospect you’d do so much better in trying to be
a bit more diplomatic; we’re still one - tho I don’t
tactically drive our vehicle on the motorway - my
role’s still an equal sharing how we steer our way
through glowers of savvy in what potential traffic
catastrophes don’t appear on your radar screen
but be that as it may, somewhere the congestion
waits regardless of which route, or view, we take
th’ pleasure that grows from this is whatever you
or I disagree upon season’s our arriving together
© 1 November 2017, I. D. Carswell
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