This Afternoon Blooms

After a morning’s indigently demonstrable 

progress the banal scene changed, where 

fey energies are afoot you’d likely guess - 

and why was it the case: you’d bet on the 

lack of stimulation - our Lady’d left for the 

City at 8 am - even my canine companion 

artlessly played lowest key, as if it fitted in 

with indecently being deserted this day 

But it changed at 12 am; the Woman’s 7’s 

final was replayed on TV - so th’ congress 

of washing clothes, dishes, & cleaning the

kitchen seemed less an irksome ordure of 

circumstance with th’ reward of seeing an 

expression of eclectic energy unleashed -

Depression fled - this afternoon blooms 

© 30 June 2017, I. D. Carswell